Come, I've thought of that, as a godfather should.

You're aware that, a couple of years ago, a small legacy dropped in upon me--a trifling windfall of ten guineas a year.
Well, I've been wasting it on luxuries--a few books I don't read, a more expensive brand of tobacco, which really is no better than the old shag, some extra changes of body-linen.

Now since the Education Act of 1902 the fees in the public secondary day schools have been cut down to a figure quite ridiculously low, and the private day schools have been forced to follow suit.

I dare say that seven pounds a year will send Corona, say, to Miss Dickinson's genteel seminary--nay, I'll undertake to beat the lady down to that sum--and I shall still be left with three pounds and ten shillings to squander on shirts.

Now if you start thanking me--Ah, there goes the dinner-bell! Hurry, man--you're first on the roster!".