Then the real struggle began.

The Terror came out of it with two bicycles, two lamps, two bells and two baskets of a size to hold a cat; the seller came out of it with fifteen pounds; and the triumphant Twins wheeled their machines out of the shop.
The Terror stood still and looked thoughtfully up and down High Street.
Then he said: "We've saved the cats' home quite two pounds." "Yes," said Erebus.
"And it's made me awfully hungry and thirsty doing it," said the Terror.
"It must have--arguing like that," said Erebus quickly; and her eyes brightened as she caught his drift.
"Well, I think the home ought to pay for refreshment.

It's a long ride home," said the Terror.
"Of course it ought," said Erebus with decision.
Without more ado they wheeled their bicycles down the street to a confectioner's shop, propped them up carefully against the curb, and entered the shop with an important moneyed air.
At the end of his fourth jam tart the Terror said: "Of course overseers have a salary." "Of course they do," said Erebus.
"That settles the matter of pocket-money," said the Terror.

"We'll have sixpence a week each." "Only sixpence ?" said Erebus in a tone of the liveliest surprise.
"Well, you see, there are the bicycles.

I don't think we can make it more than sixpence.