Square Pegs: A Rhymed Fantasy For Two Girls

What's that? As certain as your name's Joe Billings The taximeter points at fifteen shillings. Well, and you've had a pound. What? Made a slip? I thought five shillings was a handsome tip. You want my father's home-address? 'The Haven, Chad Crescent, Baystead, North-West 57.' He'll write you out a cheque-I'm sure he will.