But in the morning I had the luck to meet a policeman who directed me to a coffee-tavern in a place called Nobbs Lane you'll not know it, Miss, for it's in a very poor part o' the town where I got a breakfast of as much hot pea-soup and bread as I could eat for three-ha'pence, an' had a good rest beside the fire too. They told me it was kept by a Miss Robinson.

And, what waa betther, I bate down Pether M'Entee three-ha'pence a-pound afther I bought them." "Ha! ha! ha! by my sannies, Nancy, as to market-making, they may all throw their caps at you, you thief o' the world; you can do them nately!" "Ha! ha! ha! Stop, Ned; don't drink that water it's not from the garden-well.

"She took a pound of it as usual, and that's all I can say about it." "But, mama! For the sake of the profit on a pound of sugar!" "There's no profit on it at all, Bessie. If she had taken a quarter of a pound of tea with it there would have been three-ha'pence into our pockets. But she did not. So you see I perjured myself for nothing."

Smith, Estd. 1820," own brother to the world-famed society novelist, Smith-Stratford, lived an uncriticised, unparagraphed, unphotographed existence upon the profits of "rashers" at three-ha'pence and "door-steps" at two a penny. He knew at what houses it was inadvisable to introduce soap, and at what tables it would be bad form to denounce political jobbery.

I didn't know you'd feel for me. I can bear things better if I know you feel for me. You needn't obey her, need you? See, I've got three-ha'pence in my pocket. I'll give you the money and you can buy lollypops. I will really if only you will say a few words to me now." "I daren't," burst from Penelope's lips. "You have no right to tempt me. I can't; I daren't.

Everywhere there was free food, a surfeit of free food. Anybody could have bread for asking, and a loaf cost only three-ha'pence. Every day there was a free tea somewhere, the children had never had so many treats in their lives. On Friday afternoon great basketfuls of buns and cakes were taken into the schools, and great pitchers of milk, the school children had what they wanted.

"He's got a sugar in his window at three-ha'pence; one great placard quoting primest butter at elevenpence; another setting forth that a quarter pound of tea would be given away with every half-crown spent in the shop." Mrs. Day sighed despondently. "We can't cope with him," she said. "There is no good in trying." "What do you intend to do then? Why should they, ma'am, come to think of it?"

A tuppenny millionaire, that's what I call you. Keep your blooming money. That's all I ask. Keep it. Much good you'll get out of it. I know your sort. You'll never have any pleasure of it. Not you. You're the careful sort. You'll put it into Consols, you will, and draw your three-ha'pence a year. Money wasn't meant for your kind. It don't mean nothing to you.