Henry was a carpenter of our village. Once I asked him to make a dining table for my wife. He made it just the right size to fill the space between the two windows. When I arrived home that evening, Henry was drinking a cup of tea and writing out his bill for his work.. My wife said to me, quietly,"That's his ninth cup of tea today." But she said loudly, "It's a beautiful table,dear,isn't it?" "I won't decide about that until I see that bill." I said. Henry laughed and gave me his bill for the work. It said: BILL One dining table June 10,1995 Cost of wood 17.00 Paint  1.50 Work,8 hours(1 an hour) 8.00 Total  36.50 When I was looking at the bill,Henry said,"It's been a fine day,hasn't it?" " Quite sunny." "Yes,"I said. "I'm glad it is only the 10th of June." "Me too," said Henry, "You wait--it'll be a bit hotter by the end of the month." "Yes. Hotter--and more expensive. Dining tables will be 20 more expensive on June 30th,won't they,Henry?" Henry looked hard at me for half a minute. There was a little smile in his two blue eyes. I gave his bill back to him. "If it isn't too much trouble,Henry,"I said,"Please add it up again. You can forget the date." I paid him 26. 50 and he was happy to get it. The writer thought Henry would ask for  _  if he made a dining table on the last day of June.
26.50 56. 50 46.50 20.00