"Not mine. The kiddies'. So now, old boy, put up your hands! It's your money or your life." And she sat threatening him with her pocketbook, pointing it at him as though it were a pistol.
Dave removed his pipe.
"Guess you'd best have 'em both," he smiled.
But Betty shook her head with a joyous laugh.
"I only want your money," she said, extending an open hand toward him.
Dave thrust deep into his hip-pocket, and produced a roll of bills.
"It's mostly that way," he murmured, counting them out.
But his words had reached the girl, and her laugh died suddenly.
"Oh, Dave!" she said reproachfully.
And the man's contrition set him blundering.