"But you must be to hand out ten shillings just like that."
"Oh, I don't know. My share is only five shillings. You will pay
half, will you not?"
"_Not living!_" she hastily exclaimed. "There, I have that wrong.
Please say it again." When I had repeated the familiar slang, she
echoed it. Evidently it gave her great satisfaction, for I heard her
muttering it to herself over and over again. Finally she said: "That
_is_ a jolly saying." Then, with apparent irrelevance--but that no
doubt was due to my slowness in following her mental processes--"I am
glad you came."