"Don't say you haven't got it. Weren't you going to treat the crowd when
I brought Percy along and let you sting him?"
"Such horrid slang!"
"Go on, be a sport! Lend me the quarter!"
Grace produced it from her purse. There were several other coins in it.
"Say, you're loaded with wealth! Where'd you get it?"
"I just didn't spend it."
"Go on! And you with a two-pound box of chocolates—or what's left of 'em—under your bed!"
"Will Ford, did you dare go snooping in my room?" and she grasped his arm, apprehensively.
"I couldn't help seeing 'em. I was looking for my ball, that rolled in there."
"Did you—did you eat them all?" she faltered.