“I haven’t got as much as that, but I have nearly as much.”
“Have you been spending any more money?”
“I bought a loaf of bread for six cents.”
“Then you’ve got a dollar and thirty-six cents left.”
“Yes, I have.”
“Give it to me!”
“You want to spend it for rum, I suppose, uncle.”
“Curse your impudence! What difference does it make to you what I do with it?”
Robert rose to a sitting posture, and, carried away by just indignation, he said:
“I mean to keep that money and spend it for my aunt. There ought to be no need of it. You ought to support her yourself and supply her with all she needs; but, instead of that, you selfishly spend all your money on drink and leave her to get along the best way she can!”