“He lives round in Chatham street. Say, can't you lend a fellow a couple of shillin' to buy some breakfast?”
“Have you done any work to-day?”
“No.”
“Then you can't expect to eat if you don't work.”
“I didn't have no money to start with.”
“Suppose you had a quarter, what would you do?”
“I'd buy a ten-cent plate of meat, and buy some evenin' papers with the rest.”
“If you'll do that, I'll give you what you ask for.”
“You'll give me two shillin'?” repeated Jim, incredulously, for he remembered how he had wronged Paul.
“Yes,” said Paul. “Here's the money;” and he drew a twenty-five-cent piece from his vest pocket, and handed it to Jim.