Practice Typing

My dear Jarndyce, returned Mr. Skimpole, his genial face irradiated by the comicality of this idea, what am I to do. If he takes me anywhere, I must go. And how can I pay. I never have any money. If I had any money, I dont know anything about it. Suppose I say to a man, how much. Suppose the man says to me seven and sixpence. I know nothing about seven and sixpence.