alf-hour's

Updated: May 4, 2025

It was growing dark when he passed the lodge, and crossed the playing-field towards the school-house. The cabman was awaiting him in the square. "Never gave me your name," explained he, "and nobody knows nothink about you here. Five miles is seven-and-six, and luggage is two bob more, and waiting another 'alf-hour's a crown, namely, twelve shillings, and thank you, mister."

Talbot Baines Reed - The Master of the Shell