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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXXII, Issue XIV, 2 April 1904, Page 45

The little girl stood by the street letter-box, weeping bitterly. “What is the nintter, my child?” asked the elderly philanthropist, who happened to come along. “I—l wanted to post a letter,” she sobbed, and I hadn’t any st—stamp. So I—l dropped two ha’ pennies in the —• slot at the top, and the—the stamp won’t come out!” Here the elderly philanthropist burst into tears. “Wh—what are you crying about!” “I weep, my child, he said,, wiping his eyes, “to think that a nice little girl like you should try to work me for a penny with such an old chestnut as that."