"Give it to you when he 'bounced' you?"
"Yes; you see, I found his little boy in the street one day, and took him home. He give me a place for that, and now that I'm sacked he's give me this money."
"I say, Sam, you're in luck. How much is there?"
"Twenty-five dollars."
"You couldn't lend a feller five dollars?" said Tim, insinuatingly.
"Yes, I could," answered Sam, cooly; "but I won't."
"Why not?"
"I want it all myself."
"You might let me have a little," pleaded Tim.
"I'll give you a square meal," said Sam, "but I can't do no more. I'm goin' to Boston."