Matt. Well?
Dolly. You couldn't lend me—a few hundreds—till my allowance comes due? Just a few hundreds——
Matt. [In a low reproachful tone, shaking his head.] What? What? What? Sad! Sad! Sad!!
Dolly. [Listens.] There's Harry! You will help me, Dad—you will?
Matt. I'll see what I can do.
Harry enters cheerfully.
Harry. That's all right, Doll! There's the address.
[Giving a slip of paper.
Dolly. Thanks, dear.
Harry. And now about these mere oddments?