"Because," and here Felicie's eyes glistened, "I know you obtained some money recently from your aunt."
"Hush!" said Harold, apprehensively.
"But it's true."
"And it's true that you made me give you half of it."
"It all went to my poor sister," said Felicie theatrically.
"I don't see what I have to do with that," said Harold, not without reason.
"So that I kept none for myself. Now I am sure you will open your heart, and give me five dollars more."
"I never heard such cheek!" exclaimed Harold, indignantly. "You've got half, and are not satisfied with that."
"But think of my poor sister!" said Felicie, putting her handkerchief to her eyes, in which there were no tears.
"Think of me!" exclaimed Harold, angrily.