Heaps and heaps. I asked meekly. And he used to carry notes and messages and things between 'em, and he got a shilling almost every time. I innocently inquired. Edward looked at me with scornful pity.
Girls are useful in some ways.
So he was living in clover, when unfortunately they went and quarrelled about something. But anyhow the notes and things stopped, and so did the shillings. Bobby was fairly cornered, for he had bought two ferrets on tick, and promised to pay a shilling a week, thinking the shillings were going on for ever, the silly young ass. He got all that out of some rotten book, of course. It happens to be an elm, but she wouldn't know the difference.