exclaimed Minnie Beebe who had narrowly watched the iniquitous transaction. “I don't see why Mr. Vyse is to have the quid.”

“Because of the fifteen shillings and the five,” they said solemnly. “Fifteen shillings and five shillings make one pound, you see.”

“But I don't see — ”

They tried to stifle her with cake.

“No, thank you. I'm done. I don't see why — Freddy, don't poke me. Miss Honeychurch, your brother's hurting me. Ow! What about Mr. Floyd's ten shillings? Ow! No, I don't see and I never shall see why Miss What's-her-name shouldn't pay that bob for the driver.”'

“I had forgotten the driver,” said Miss Bartlett, reddening.