“She died when I was born,” said Tommy, who wanted to tell Bill everything.
“You can't use it,” said Bill, with decision. “Certainly I can.”
“Not much; I won't take it!”
“You'll have to,” said Tommy.
Bill shook his head.
“I'm sure,” said Tommy, seriously, “it's all right to use it for the work.”
“If it was mine I wouldn't even open the package if it was to save me from jail,” said Bill.
“Well, I will, to save myself from the insane-asylum,” said Tommy. He hesitated, then he opened the package with fingers that trembled slightly. There were ten gold eagles. Tommy counted out five and wrapped up the other five. “Here, Bill,” he said.
“No!” shouted Bill. His face was flushed. He put his hands in his pockets determinedly, so he couldn't take the money.
“There they are, on the table. Now lose them!” said Tommy, cuttingly.