human
The following is a favourite story handed down amongst the butchers from father to son. A solicitor in Penzance had a very large dog that was in the habit of coming into their market and stealing joints of meat from the stalls. One day one of them went to the lawyer, and said,--
gpt
Please sir, could I sue the owner of a dog for a leg of mutton stolen from my stall?
human
Certainly, my good man.
gpt
Then, please sir, the dog is yours, and the price of the mutton is 4s. 6d. The money was paid, and the man was going away in triumph, when he was called back by these words:
human
Stay a moment, my good man, a lawyer's consultation is 6s. 8d., you owe me the difference: