"No, I cannot; but if it is God's will He will show you how it can be done."
"God won't do for us what we can do for ourselves," he answered a little impatiently. "I hardly like mentioning it, but haven't you some money in the bank?"
"Yes."
"How much?"
"Three hundred pounds. It was my mother's money; and the interest has helped to buy my clothes, because father could not afford to give us much pocket-money."
"Couldn't I have that money? Of course, I shall give you pocket-money enough."
"You can have some of it, most certainly."
"Not all?"
"Wouldn't half do?"
Ralph got up from his chair, went to the window, and then said slowly, "Yes, that will do."