Jacob came into the little office where his cousin bent over the household account books. “Is that something you must do on the instant?” he continued when she looked up. She looked down, looked up, studied his expression, noted the coaxing look and smiled. “Not at all. It is just that I am attempting to discover where I misplaced a thruppence and I cannot for the life of me discover it.” “Why do you not ignore it?” She looked astounded that he could suggest such a thing. “Well?” “And then ignore another and another and eventually it adds up to pounds rather than pence?” He chuckled. “Do you lose thruppence all that often and then spend hours searching to find it?” he asked. She smiled, shaking her head. “Actually, this is the first.” Jacob took a small purse from his pocket, opened it and dug through the contents. “Aha,” he said as, between finger and thumb, he lifted something from it. He laid it on the account book. “There. Now you have found your thruppence, so close the book.”
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