"Yes, but it didn't stick by me. How much money do you think I have about me now?"
"I can't guess," said Mrs. Tracy, uneasily.
"Five dollars and a few cents. However, I am sure you will help me," he continued.
"Really, Warner, you mustn't hope for too much from me. I have but a small allowance from Aunt Eliza—hardly enough to buy necessary articles for Harold and myself."
"Then you can speak to aunt in my behalf."
"Yes, I can do that."
"Where is she?"
"She has gone out shopping this morning."
"Alone, or is Harold with her?"
"Neither," answered Mrs. Tracy, her brow darkening. "She has picked up a boy from the street, and installed him as a first favorite."