"Look here, Wheeler, I want you to lend me that sevenpence of yours."
"Then you'll have to want; I like your cheek!"
"Lend me sixpence."
"I won't lend you a sight of a farthing."
"You promised to lend me twopence."
"Oh, did I? Then I won't. I'm going to buy sevenpenn'orth of cocoanut candy, and perhaps I'll give you a bit of that, though I don't promise, mind; and it'll only be a little bit, anyhow."
"But look here, I want it for something--I do, I really do, or else I wouldn't ask you for it."
"What do you want it for?" asked Wheeler, struck by something in the other's tone.
"Oh! for something particular."
"What do you want it for? If you tell me, perhaps I'll lend it."