"Spent it, of course! It doesn't take long to spend sixpence!" he exclaimed irritably.
"No; but don't you remember father said he should give you no more this week?"
"I know, I know! That's why I want you to lend me some."
"I really can't. I'm very sorry, Gerald, but—"
"Oh, how selfish of you!" Gerald interrupted, his eyes flashing indignation upon his sister. "I had no idea you could be so stingy. Do you really mean to say you won't lend me some money?"
"I can't, I can't, indeed!" Angel cried distressfully. "I would if I could; but I haven't got any. Not a penny!"
Gerald looked incredulous for a minute, then he said—
"What have you done with it all? There was that half-crown Uncle Edward gave you the day after we arrived here—you can't have spent all that?"
"He gave you half-a-crown at the same time, and yours was gone a fortnight ago," Angel reminded her brother; "and you've had money from father besides, and I haven't."
"Well, you needn't be cross! Of course boys want more money than girls," Gerald declared in a lordly tone. "Are you sure you can't lend me just a few pence?" he asked persuasively.