"Flannel," answered Mrs. Treacher, "is all prices, according to quality." "But I am talking of good ordinary flannel, fit to make up into a man's shirt." "Then you couldn't say less than one-three-farthings, or one-and-a-ha'penny at the lowest." "And how much would be required?" "Good Lord!" said Mrs. Treacher. "As if that didn't all depend on the man!" "I was thinking, Mrs.
"Three-and-a-half at one-three-farthings that makes Oh, confound these fractions!" said the Commandant. "We'll make it four shillings, and you had best step down to Tregaskis' shop to-morrow and choose the stuff yourself." He counted out the money into Mrs. Treacher's hand, and left her curtseying. As he went, he jingled the few coins remaining in his breeches pocket.