'Y' not charging tuppence for that little lad?' Said Mother, her eyes flashing wild. 'Per tuppence per person per trip,' answered Ted, 'Per woman, per man, or per child.'

At that Mother got proper blazing, 'And thank you, sir, kindly,' said she. 'What, waste all our lives raising children To feed ruddy Lions? Not me!'

Noah said 'Nay; I'll make thee an offer, The same as I did t'other day. A penny a foot and a free ride. Now, come on, lad, what does tha say?' 'Three ha'pence …

Then Pa, who had seen the occurrence, And didn't know what to do next, Said 'Mother! Yon Lion's 'et Albert,' And Mother said 'Well, I am vexed!'