"As a wedding present."
"Gold, is it?"
"Gold and notes."
"Gold and notes. Hand 'em to me. I can count fast enough."
"The sum is fifteen pounds—dear, kind, old man."
"Fifteen pounds, is it? You might ha' lost it wi' your carelessness."
"I'll not be careless now."
"Good, hand it me."
"I cannot do that, Jonas. It is mine. Father said to me I was to keep it gainst a rainy day."
"Didn't you swear in church to endow me with all your worldly goods?" asked the Broom-Squire.