"You can do any thing you please with it, except eat it. You can sell it, or give it away."
"You can do what you like with it."
"Very well. Have you any money about you?"
"I have."
"You will hand it to me, and a receipt for the amount will be forwarded to your father."
"Do you mean to rob me?" demanded Richard, his face flushing at this new indignity.
"I refer you to the regulations of the Institute. We provide every thing the boys require, and they have no more use for money than they have for wings."
"I won't give up my money."
"Very well, sir. I will refer the matter to Colonel Brockridge, and you may settle it with him. Follow me, if you please," said Mr. Gault, after Richard had locked the trunk containing the contraband articles.
The new scholar followed the teacher to the office of the principal on the first floor. He was very uneasy and nervous, and almost wished he had given up his money. But he felt that the tutor was carrying things altogether too far. It was subjecting him to a needless indignity.