“Yes, going now,” said the old fellow. “I’ll drop in, perhaps, in the evening.”
“We haven’t put you out, have we?” said Dick.
“No, no, my lad; it’s all right. Dick, just lend me sixpence. My money is not due till Monday.”
Dick’s countenance fell, and he glanced at his wife.
“Have you got a sixpence, Polly?” he said.
“Not one,” was the reply.
“I’m very sorry, Hoppy, old man,” said Dick, looking more puzzled than ever, and as if this time he really could not understand why he should be so poor and his brother so rich—“but really I haven’t got it.”
“Never mind,” said the old fellow—“never mind; I dare say I can do without.”
And, grumbling and muttering, he took up his hat and stick, and went off.