“Some money.”
“No, sir, I don’t want no money, not till I earn it.”
“But listen, Paul, my Dad’s got a lot of money, and he gives me what I ask him for. He’s come here to lease this block from your aunt, and he won’t miss this little bit.”
“No, sir, I ain’t a-goin’ to turn into no bum; I didn’t run away for that. You think ’cause I took some food out of my aunt’s pantry—”
“No, I don’t think that at all! And you can call this a loan, if you want to.”
“You put up your money,” said the other, with a note of harshness in his voice. “I ain’t a-goin’ to call no loans, and you done enough for me already; so forget it.”
“Well, but Paul—”
“Do what I say, now!”
“But then, you’ll come to the hotel tomorrow and have lunch with me?”
“No, I can’t come to no hotel, I don’t look decent.”