Publisher's Synopsis
"Arthur, -what did you give the man?""Half a crown, my dear! Now don't make a fuss. I know exactly what you're going to say!""Half a crown!" said Doris Meadows, in consternation. "The fare was one and twopence. Ofcourse he thought you mad. But I'll get it back!"And she ran to the open window, crying "Hi!" to the driver of a taxi-cab, who, having putdown his fares, was just on the point of starting from the door of the small semi-detachedhouse in a South Kensington street, which owned Arthur and Doris Meadows for its masterand mistress.The driver turned at her call."Hi!-Stop! You've been over-paid!"The man grinned all over, made her a low bow, and made off as fast as he could.Arthur Meadows, behind her, went into a fit of laughter, and as his wife, discomfited, turnedback into the room he threw a triumphant arm around her."I had to give him half a crown, dear, or burst. Just look at these letters-and you knowwhat a post we had this morning! Now don't bother about the taxi! What does it matter?Come and open the post."Whereupon Doris Meadows felt herself forcibly drawn down to a seat on the sofa besideher husband, who threw a bundle of letters upon his wife's lap, and then turned eagerly toopen others with which his own hands were full.
