"Mrs. B.," said he, "I shall have to trouble you for a little money."
"I gave you a dollar yesterday," said Mrs. Brandon.
"What's a dollar? I have none of it left now."
"Did you spend it at the tavern?" asked his wife gravely.
"I am not willing to be catechized upon that point," returned Brandon, in a tone of lofty dignity.
"It is quite impossible to supply you with money for such a purpose," continued Mrs. Brandon. "What money Grit earns is wanted for necessary expenses."
"I am not so easily deceived," said her husband, nodding sagaciously.
"It is quite true."
"I won't argue the point, Mrs. B. Have you any change now? That is the question."