"There was one thing that didn't look very ministerial."
"What was that?"
"His nose. Do you not notice how red it was?"
"Yes, but I thought it might be some humor."
"It was colored by whisky, I think. I know topers in New York who have noses exactly like his. You may depend upon it that he has your purse. I hope there wasn't much in it."
"Only about five dollars. Generally the loss would not inconvenience me, but as it is—" and she looked anxious.
"If—if I can be of any service," stammered Mark, "I hope you won't mind saying so. I can lend you five dollars."
The young lady looked grateful, but seemed in doubt as to whether she ought to accept the offer.
"I don't know whether I ought to accept such an offer from a young gentleman—" she said hesitating.
"I am a very young gentleman," said Mark smiling. "I am only sixteen!"