Percy was hard up, and has just been earning five shillings." "What do you mean--earning five shillings ?" "Yes--father's been tipping me for cataloguing his books.

Jolly hard work, but he pays on the nail, don't you, father ?" "My dear boy," said the mother, as she and her son walks across the hall, "why did you not tell me you wanted money?
You know I do not grudge it.

I don't like you to stay up so late to earn it, when you ought to be resting." "Well, I wouldn't mind another five shillings, mother." The mother gives him a half-sovereign and kisses him.
Percy, as he walks up the stairs, ruminating on his good luck, feels considerably more self-respect when he looks at the two half-crowns than when looking at the half-sovereign.
At the top of the stairs he shouts down to Walker:-- "I say, wake me at six, will you?
and leave my waterproof and top-boots on the hall table; and, I say, tell Mason to cut me a dozen strong ash sticks about a yard long; and, I say, leave a hammer and some tacks on the hall table too; and tell Appleby to go by the early coach to Overstone and get me a pound of cork, and some whalebone, and some tar.
Here's five shillings to pay for them.

Don't forget.

Tell him to leave them at the lodge before twelve, and I'll fetch them.