"If I should lose my habit, what would I do?"
"You could wear a shawl," argued Kimberly.
"All would laugh at me. In any case, to bet the clothes off my back would be a sin."
"I am so sure I am right, I will bet the money against your snuff-box, Francis," persisted Kimberly.
"My snuff-box I cannot bet, since Cardinal Santopaolo gave it to me."
"Francis, think of what you could do for your good-for-nothing boys with one hundred dollars."
Francis lifted his dark eyes and shook his head.
"I will bet this," continued the tempter, "against the snuff in your box, that you can't stop him this time on 'two'."
"Sugar will stop on 'two'," declared Francis, now wrought up.
"Dare you bet?"