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“I’d two shillings. A new shilling Aunty gave me, and elevenpence I had saved up, and a penny from the Postman–sir!” added Jackanapes with a jerk, having forgotten it.

“And how did ye spend it–sir?” inquired the General. Jackanapes spread his ten fingers on the arms of his chair, and shut his eyes that he might count the more conscientiously.

“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 four-pence; 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 ten-pence 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.

“Chiefly waistcoats,” said the General, slapping the breast of his military frock-coat. “We’ll have the little racer on the Green the first thing in the morning. Glad you mentioned it, grandson. Glad you mentioned it.”

The General was as good as his word. Next morning the Gipsy and Lollo, Miss Jessamine, Jackanapes and his grandfather and his dog Spitfire, were all gathered at one end of the Green in a group, which so aroused the innocent curiosity of Mrs. Johnson, as she saw it from one of her upper windows, that she and the children took their early promenade rather earlier than usual. The General talked to the Gipsy, and Jackanapes fondled Lollo’s mane, and did not know whether he should be more glad or miserable if his grandfather bought him.