He says it doesn't pay; and really some of his things aren't particularly nice.

I went and had a jam tart there this morning.
It was like shoe-leather; and the jam was almost invisible." Wally laughed.

He knew those tarts well.
"I think it would be a pity if it was given up; don't you?
We all want a little grub now and then; besides, it's an old School institution." "Robert charges three-halfpence a-piece for those tarts," said D'Arcy.
"Yes--think of that.

I've no doubt you could get them for half the price at Penchurch.

What I was thinking was, why shouldn't some of us carry on the shop ourselves ?" The boys opened their eyes.