I should say he was--let me see--how old are you, about ?' I told him between eight and nine.
'That's just his age,' he said.

'He was eight years and six months old when they broke his first rib; eight years and eight months old when they broke his second, and did for him.' I could not disguise from myself, or from the waiter, that this was an uncomfortable coincidence, and inquired how it was done.

His answer was not cheering to my spirits, for it consisted of two dismal words, 'With whopping.' The blowing of the coach-horn in the yard was a seasonable diversion, which made me get up and hesitatingly inquire, in the mingled pride and diffidence of having a purse (which I took out of my pocket), if there were anything to pay.
'There's a sheet of letter-paper,' he returned.

'Did you ever buy a sheet of letter-paper ?' I could not remember that I ever had.
'It's dear,' he said, 'on account of the duty.Threepence.

That's the way we're taxed in this country.