Hullo, hullo! stand by for my young brother Percy! He's just a-going to begin.

Fifteen jam tarts, half a pound of peppermints, half a dozen ginger-beer.

Bite his money hard, D'Arcy; see there are no bad 'uns.

I know the chap!" "Bah! I hope they've got better toffee here than that muck you make," said Percy.
"Come, wake up!" cried Cash.

"I've been waiting five minutes for my cake." "Can't have 'em; we've run out," said D'Arcy.
"Well, you must be a green one only to get such a few," said a middle- boy, who had also built his hopes on the same delicacy.
"Very sorry," said Percy to the company generally.