’No，thankyou，miss，’hesaid;’it’smyfavouritewine，butitdoesn’tagreewithme;nottheleastbit。ButI’veanuncledrinksit。SupposeIorderedhimhalfadozenforaChristmaspresent？
Well，miss，here’stheshillingcommission，anyway，’andhepulledoutahandfulofmoneyandgavehertheshilling。
’ButIthoughtthewinepeoplepaidthat，’Alicesaid。
Butthebutchersaidnotonhalf—dozenstheydidn’t。Thenhesaidhedidn’tthinkhe’dwaitanylongerforFather—butwouldAliceaskFathertowritehim？
Aliceofferedhimthesherryagain，buthesaidsomethingabout’Notforworlds！’—andthenshelethimoutandcamebacktouswiththeshilling，andsaid，’How’sthat？’