“Well, so here you are. What can I do for you, ladies? Ten to one bar three or four. Will that suit you?”
“The luncheon-basket will suit us a deal better,” said Sarah.
At that moment a chap came up jingling two half-crowns in his hand. “What price the favourite?” “Two to one,” cried William. The two half-crowns were dropped into the satchel, and, thus encouraged, William called out louder than ever, “The old firm, the old firm; don’t forget the old firm.” There was a smile on his lips while he halloaed—a cheery, good-natured smile, which made him popular and brought him many a customer.
“On the Der-by, on the Der-by, on the Der-by!” All kinds and conditions of men came to make bets with him; custom was brisk; he could not join the women, who were busy with the lunch-basket, but he and T
