The boy looked really put out, desperate even, hung his head. The driver explained that he was not going to put him off the bus – he would take him into town where he would be able to change the note, buy a ticket when he came back home. The boy sat down, still worried. Got up to speak to the driver when we got to the next village – If you wait a minute, I’ll run into the newsagents & change it.
Don’t worry about it, said the driver again; just change it when we get to town. Any bank will do it.
Well, I’ll pay a return fare when I come home, said the boy.
If you like, said the driver.
Poor lad.
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