"Are you sure you haven't got a little money?" he asked. "If you want to get well, you must be made comfortable."
"It's hard to be poor," whined Ben.
"I guess you've got some money," said Tony. "You'd better let me go to the store, and buy some tea and a fresh roll for you."
"How much will it cost?" asked Ben.
"I can get some bread, and tea, and sugar for thirty or forty cents," answered Tony.
"Forty cents! It's frightful!" exclaimed Ben. "I—I guess I'll do without it."
"Oh, well, if you prefer to lie there and die its none of my business," said Tony, rather provoked at the old man's perverse folly.
"But I don't want to die," whined Ben.
"Then do as I tell you."