The fifth time was more successful. The extremely young lady went
out, commenting upon the waste of time always resulting when boys
were employed to do the work of men. The older lady, a haughty
person, handed across her telegram with the request that it should
be sent off at once.

Grindley junior took his pencil from his pocket and commenced to
count.

"Digniori, not digniorus," commented Grindley junior, correcting
the word, "datur digniori, dative singular." Grindley junior,
still irritable from the struggle with the cornucopia, spoke
sharply.

The haughty lady withdrew her eyes from a spot some ten miles
beyond the back of the shop, where hitherto they had been resting,
and fixed them for the first time upon Grindley junior.

"Thank you," said the haughty lady.

Grindley junior looked up and immediately, to his annoyance, felt
that he was blushing. Grindley junior blushed easily--it annoyed
him very much.

The haughty young lady also blushed. She did not often blush; when
she did, she felt angry with herself.

"A shilling and a penny," demanded Grindley junior.