"Won't you be kind enough to give me ten dollars?"
"Ten dollars," repeated the old lady, eying Harold closely. "Why do you want ten dollars?"
"You see, mother keeps me very close. All the fellows have more money to spend than I."
"How much does your mother give you as an allowance?"
"Two dollars a week."
"It seems to me that is liberal, considering that you don't have to pay for your board or clothes."
"A boy in my position is expected to spend money."
"Who expects it?"
"Why, everybody."
"By the way, what is your position?" asked the old lady, pointedly.