"A hundred and thirty-three dollars," replied Tony, omitting the odd cents.
"Four dollars more than Aaron and me," said Mr. Loring.
He got up and paced across the room and back.
"I'll tell you what I'm going to do," he continued, speaking with some effort, "I'm going to pay that all back to you, Tony—every cent of it."
He had expected to see Tony spring to his feet with a great outburst of joy. Instead, he only shook his head and said, slowly:
"I don't want it; you can keep it."
"Well! well! well!"
It was all Job Loring could say.
"You can give me part of it, if you like," said Tony, at length. "I suppose I shall need some clothes."
"And you ain't going to peddling, nor nothing?" queried Mr. Loring.