Uncle Joseph took out a pocket-book, and counted out twenty five-pound notes.
"I can run to a little more this year," he said. "Here you are—fifty for the free dinners and fifty for the toy-distribution. Anonymous, of course, as usual."
Dill gathered up the money.
"Meldrum," he said,—and his voice sounded less like a raven's than usual,—"you are a white man. I say no more."
"Good-morning," said Uncle Joseph.
CHAPTER VI
RENOVARE DOLOREM
The leaven was working.
One evening after tea Philip took a big breath and addressed his uncle.