“You paid in the cars.”
“Yes; it was a little change I had in my vest pocket. See, I’ve got ten cents more, enough to pay for our fare home.”
“What are you going to do?” asked Joshua, uncomfortably.
“I shall have to borrow a little money of you to pay for the oysters. Let me see; it’ll be a dollar and ten cents.”
“Won’t they trust you? You can come in to-morrow and pay them,” suggested Joshua.
“No they won’t trust. They don’t know me.”
“They’ll have to, if you haven’t got the money.”
“No; they’ll hold you responsible.”
“That isn’t fair. I didn’t order the oysters.”
“You ate part of them. There won’t be any trouble. I’ll pay you as soon as we get back to the room.”