"Watch-stand for Aunty, threepence. Trumpet for myself, twopence, that's fivepence. Ginger-nuts for Tony, twopence, and a mug with a Grenadier on for the Postman, fourpence, that's elevenpence. Shooting-gallery a penny, that's a shilling. Giddy-go-round, a penny, that's one and a penny. Treating Tony, one and twopence. Flying Boats (Tony paid for himself), a penny, one and threepence. Shooting-gallery again, one and fourpence; Fat Woman a penny, one and fivepence. Giddy-go-round again, one and sixpence. Shooting-gallery, one and sevenpence. Treating Tony, and then he wouldn't shoot, so I did, one and eightpence. Living Skeleton, a penny--no, Tony treated me, the Living Skeleton doesn't count. Skittles, a penny, one and ninepence. Mermaid (but when we got inside she was dead), a penny, one and tenpence. Theatre, a penny (Priscilla Partington, or the Green Lane Murder. A beautiful young lady, sir, with pink cheeks and a real pistol), that's one and elevenpence. Ginger beer, a penny (I _was_ so thirsty!) two shillings. And then the Shooting-gallery man gave me a turn for nothing, because, he said, I was a real gentleman, and spent my money like a man." "So you do, sir, so you do!" cried the General. "Why, sir, you spend it like a prince.--And now I suppose you've not got a penny in your pocket?" "Yes I have," said Jackanapes. "Two pennies. They are saving up." And Jackanapes jingled them with his hand. "You don't want money except at fair-times, I suppose?" said the General. Jackanapes shook his mop. "If I could have as much as I want, I should know what to buy," said he. "And how much do you want, if you could get it?" "Wait a minute, sir, till I think what twopence from fifteen pounds leaves. Two from nothing you can't, but borrow twelve. Two from twelve, ten, and carry one. Please remember ten, sir, when I ask you. One from nothing you can't, borrow twenty. One from twenty, nineteen, and carry one. One from fifteen, fourteen. Fourteen pounds nineteen and--what did I tell you to remember?" "Ten," said the General. "Fourteen pounds nineteen shillings and tenpence then, is what I want," said Jackanapes. "Bless my soul, what for?" "To buy Lollo with. Lollo means red, sir. The Gipsy's red-haired pony, sir. Oh, he is beautiful! You should see his coat in the sunshine! You should see his mane! You should see his tail! Such little feet, sir, and they go like lightning! Such a dear face, too, and eyes like a mouse! But he's a racer, and the Gipsy wants fifteen pounds for him." "If he's a racer, you couldn't ride him. Could you?" "No--o, sir, but I can stick to him. I did the other day." "You did, did you? Well, I'm fond of riding myself, and if the beast is as good as you say, he might suit me." "You're too tall for Lollo, I think," said Jackanapes, measuring his grandfather with his eye. "I can double up my legs, I suppose. We'll have a look at him to-morrow." "Don't you weigh a good deal?" asked Jackanapes.