"Yes, if you'll treat. I haven't got any money."
"You ought to have. The old man's got plenty."
"That's so. But he's getting meaner every day. What do you think he allows me for spending money?"
"I don't know. A dollar a week?"
"A dollar! I should think myself lucky if I got anywhere near that. What do you say to twenty-five cents?"
"You don't mean to say that's all he gives you?"
"Yes, I do."
"Why, I can't get along on ten times that. Why don't you ask for more?"
"I have, fifty times; but that's all the good it does."