"I haven't it. It isn't here. Uncle Oelbermann's got it."
"That's a lie. He told me that you came and got it. You've had it long enough; now I want it. Do you hear?"
"Mac, I can't give you that money. I–I WON'T give it to you," Trina cried, with sudden resolution.
"Yes, you will. You'll give me every nickel of it."
"No, NO."
"You ain't going to make small of me this time. Give me that money."
"NO."
"For the last time, will you give me that money?"
"No."
"You won't, huh? You won't give me it? For the last time."