Then I slunk back again.

Self whispered, "Buy them--for your brother." Conscience said, "Go home." At last I braced myself up for a magnificent effort, and jumped into a 'bus bound for London Bridge.

This saved me for the time.
[Illustration] I now began to calculate how I could become owner of the meerschaums--prior to dispatching them by parcel-post to my brother--without paying for them.

That was my way of putting it.
I calculated that by giving up my daily paper I should save thirteen shillings in six months.

After all, why should I take in a daily paper?
To read through columns of public speeches and police cases and murders in Paris is only to squander valuable time.