"Oh, well, he'll have to spend it. He won't keep it long. By the way, Phil, will you do me a favor?"
"What is it?" asked Phil cautiously.
"Won't you lend me two dollars? I want it the worst way. I haven't got a cent to my name."
"I can't spare it," said Phil curtly.
"It will leave you fifteen——"
"I'm going to use it all. Besides, it would be the same as giving it——"
"No, I'd pay you back in a week or two."
"You've been owing me fifty cents for three months. If you'd paid that up punctually, perhaps I would have lent you. You'd better go to Grit."
"He isn't my friend, and I thought you might not like my going to him."
"Oh, you can borrow as much as you like of him—the more, the better!" returned Phil, with a laugh.