"Where's the farden?" said he. "I gave you three halfpence. Where's the change, old Tinker?"
"There!" replied Mrs. Tinker, flinging down the coin; "it's only baronets as cares about farthings."
"A farthing a day is seven shillings a year," answered the M.P.; "seven shillings a year is the interest of seven guineas. Take care of your farthings, old Tinker, and your guineas will come quite nat'ral."

"Where's the farthing?" said he. "I gave you three halfpence. Where's the change, old Tinker?"
"There!" replied Mrs. Tinker, flinging down the coin; "it's only baronets as cares about farthings."
"A farthing a day is seven shillings a year," answered the Member of Parliament; "seven shillings a year is the interest of seven guineas. Take care of your farthings, old Tinker, and your guineas will come quite nat'ral."
