“Mother dear, can you not spare me this?”
“I never did see such a strange girl in my life as you are, Hazel. Well, never mind; I dare say I can bear another slight or two if you will not tell me. There, I suppose you must pay that wretched school money out of those notes.”
“Out of these, mother?”
“Of course, child. Why, what are you thinking now?”
“Mother dear, it is impossible.”
“Impossible, child! Why, what romantic notion have you taken into your head now?”
“It is no romance, mother; it is reality,” sighed Hazel.
“Then what are you going to do?”
“Return the money to the givers as soon as I can be certain where to send.”
“Return it? What! that money, when you know how urgently it is needed at home?”