He thought he could reckon up, so I got a pencil and made a list from his dictation, and from his memory, which was rather vague.

When it was done (and there seemed to be a misty margin beyond), I was horrified.

"Why, my dear fellow!" I exclaimed, "if you'd had your allowance ever so regularly, it wouldn't have covered this sort of thing." "I know, I know," said poor Jem, clutching remorsefully at his curls.
"I've been a regular fool! Jack! whatever you do--never tick.

It's the very mischief.

You never know what you owe, and so you feel vague and order more.