"Only I have no money!" I said.
"No; but I thought—" said he, and stopped.
"If only I could! I haven't five shillings of my own," I said. "Shall I ask father?"
"No, no! not for the world," says he. "Not a word to him nor anybody. Promise me you'll keep it quiet, Kitty! Promise."
"I won't say a word without you give me leave," I said, not at the moment thinking how I was making a second wrong promise; and yet I ought to have thought. He had a strange hold upon me, and I was willing to be in his power. I didn't want to break loose.
"That's my own little Kitty!" said he, and my heart bounded again with joy at the words.
"But I don't see what I am to do for you," I said. "Won't the person you have borrowed from wait a bit, till you can save up enough to pay him back?"
"Why, no; you don't exactly understand," says he. "It's not exactly that, you see—not exactly borrowing from a person."
"Not a person!" said I, wondering, and he gave a laugh.
"Why, no. Properly speaking, it's only using what I've got."