A Bad Customer

WE don't sell spirits, said a law-evading beer-seller; we will give

you a glass; and then, if you want a biscuit, we'll sell it to you for

three ha'pence. The good creature was handed down, a stiff glass

swallowed, and the landlord handed his customer a biscuit. Well, no, I

think not, said the customer; you sell 'em too dear. I can get lots of

'em five or six for a penny anywhere else.