Billy Bunter's Benefit By Frank Richards - Friardale
Billy Bunter's Benefit By Frank Richards - Friardale
Billy Bunter's Benefit By Frank Richards - Friardale
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<strong>Billy</strong> Bunter’s <strong>Benefit</strong><br />
<strong>By</strong> <strong>Frank</strong> <strong>Richards</strong><br />
“Sure you’ve got it right?” asked Bunter, anxiously. “I never noticed<br />
exactly how much I—I lost. People say there’s nothing as certain as<br />
arithmetic, but that’s all rot, to get it right, you know, to make it up<br />
again.”<br />
“Fathead!”<br />
“Well, then, I’m two pounds one shilling short,” said Bunter. “I say, Peter,<br />
can you lend me two pounds one?”<br />
Bunter blinked hopefully at his study-mate.<br />
“If you could lend me two pounds one, Peter, it would be all right,” he said,<br />
persuasively. “I’ll settle when my postal-order comes, of course. I believe<br />
I told you I was expecting a postal-order, Toddy.”<br />
“I believe you did,” agreed Peter. “Don’t tell me again. As you’re such a<br />
dab at arithmetic, perhaps you can tell me whether two pounds one will<br />
come out of one and threepence.”<br />
“Eh?”<br />
“That’s all I’ve got.”<br />
“Oh, crikey!”<br />
“You blithering ass,” exclaimed Peter Todd, “It was just tremendous luck<br />
for Smithy to shell out as he did. Then you shove the money into a pocket<br />
with a hole in it! Lucky you didn’t lose the lot.”<br />
“Oh! Yes!” gasped Bunter. “W-w-wasn’t it? J-j-jolly lucky! I say, Peter,<br />
what’s a chap going to do? ‘Twasn’t my fault that it went through that<br />
great big hole in the lining of my jacket, was it?”<br />
“I suppose not, as you’re a blithering, burbling, benighted chump,” agreed<br />
Peter. “If it’s gone, I’ll speak to some of the fellows, and we’ll see what<br />
we can do. But make sure first that it’s gone.”<br />
“It’s gone all right, Peter. That great big hole in the lining—”<br />
“Some of it may have stuck in the lining,” said Peter.<br />
“Oh! No! You—you see—.”<br />
“I lost a tanner once, and found it in the lining of my jacket,” said Peter.<br />
“Have you looked?”<br />
“Oh! Yes! I—I’ve looked, and—and it’s gone. You—you see—.”<br />
“Well, I’ll look too.”<br />
“Let’s look, ass.”<br />
“Oh, crikey!” <strong>Billy</strong> Bunter blinked at Peter in alarm. “I—I say, it’s no good<br />
looking, Peter—I’ve looked, you know—and—and it’s gone.”<br />
“Well, if it’s gone, it’s gone,” said Peter. “But we’ll make sure. I’ll go<br />
through the lining—.”<br />
“But, I—I—I say—.”<br />
“You howling ass, some of it may be stuck in the lining all the time,”<br />
exclaimed Peter, impatiently. “If it’s gone, I’ll see what can be done—but<br />
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