Peter went back to the landlord and told him the story.
"Yes," he said, "it's a hard case, I know, but, Mr.Stirling, I owe a mortgage on the place, and the interest falls due in September.

I'm out four months' rent, and really can't afford any more." So Peter took thirty-two dollars from his "Trustee" fund, and sent it to the tobacconist.

"I have deducted eight dollars for collection," he wrote.
Then he saw his first client, and told him of his landlord's concession.
"How much do I owe you ?" inquired the grocer.
"The Podds tell me they owe you sixteen dollars." "Yes.

I shan't get it." "My fee is twenty-five.

Mark off their bill and give me the balance." The grocer smiled cheerfully.