"He's buying you."
Pendleton gave the bills a flirt. "Well, I didn't sell myself too cheap," he said with maddening complacency.
Pen fumed in silence.
Pendleton began to count off some of the bills. "I want you to take some of this," he said.
"What for?" said Pen.
"To replenish your wardrobe."
"Not a cent!" said Pen indignantly. Reflecting that she was betraying too much heat she added: "I have plenty of clothes for down here."
"Your summer dresses that you make yourself are very pretty, very pretty," said Pendleton mollifyingly. "But I'm sure you must be in want of the expensive little appurtenances of a lady's wardrobe; shoes, silk stocking, hats, parasols."
"What would I be doing with a parasol at Broome's Point?" demanded Pen with a snort of scorn.
"A smart yachting suit would be nice," he said suggestively.