“And you have always lost, Percy?”
“Yes, Hazy; and it does lead you on so,” he cried earnestly, “you lose, and then you think your luck must turn, and you try again, because one winning means making up for no end of losses.”
“Yes, I suppose so,” said Hazel sadly.
“And so I kept on and kept on, trying so hard; but the luck hasn’t turned yet. I’m sure it would, though, if I had been able to keep on.”
“That is what all gamblers think, Percy.”
“Don’t call me a gambler, Hazel, because I’m not that.”
“And that is where the money went that poor mamma borrowed for you, Percy?”
“Yes,” he said despondently; “but I mean to get it all back again some day, and to pay it, and interest too.”
“That is quite right, Percy; but not by betting.”
“I don’t see why not,” he said. “Other fellows do.”