“You’re more to be relied upon than silver and gold.” As she said it, Miss Wren suddenly broke off, screwed up her eyes and her chin, and looked prodigiously knowing. “Aha!

Who comes here?

A Grenadier.

What does he want?

A pot of beer.

Who comes here? A Grenadier. What does he want? A pot of beer.

And nothing else in the world, my dear!”