"Have you got twenty-five pounds in that box?"
It was obvious that he had.
"I shouldna' be surprised," said he.
"I wish you'd lend it me."
"What for?"
"I want to go over to Hanbridge and book my berth, definitely, and I've no loose cash."
Now here was a chance to yield. But no.
"Dost mean to say," he exclaimed, "as ye havena' booked your berth? When does th' steamer sail?"
"There's one from Glasgow next Saturday," said she—"the Saskatchewan. I secured the berth, but I didn't pay for it."
"It's a rare lot of money," he observed.