F. Anstey,
Vice Versa — 15. The Rubicon
(1882)
“ Bultitude, panting and desperate. 'I'm pressed for time.''Now you've gone and put me out, little boy,' said the old lady fussily. 'I shall have to begin all over again. Young man, will you take and count the other end and see if it adds up right? There's a halfpenny wrong somewhere; I know there is.''Now then,' shouted the guard from the platform. 'Any more going on?''I'm going on!' said Paul. 'Wait for me. First single to St. Pancras, quick!''Drat the boy!' said the old lady angrily. 'Do you think the world's to give way for you? Such impidence! Mind your manners, little boy, can't you? ”
