Tom drew it out, unfolded it, and found it to be a five-dollar bill.
“Thank you, Harry,” he said; “but I can’t take this.”
“Why not? Remember, I ask it as a favor to me.”
“But it isn’t that; it is a favor to me.”
“Well, are you too proud to accept a favor from your friend Harry? Listen, Tom,” he added, rapidly. “You know father is very well off, and he gives me a dollar a week as an allowance. I don’t spend it all, and so I happen to have five dollars on hand. I really have no use for it. Now won’t you take it?”
“You are very kind, Harry, but I have some money in my pocket.”
“How much?”
“A dollar and a half.”
“That won’t last you till you get something to do.”
Tom knew this only too well, and he was strongly tempted to accept, for his mother’s sake.