Don't you square up at the end of the afternoon's play ?" "Yes.

But I'd--I'd been losing badly, and--and some one lent me the money." Molly flushed a bewitching rose-colour and appealed with big, pathetic eyes.

It was difficult to be righteously wroth with her, but Sara steeled her heart.
"You'd no right to borrow," she said shortly.
"No.

I know I hadn't.

But, don't you see, I thought I should be sure to win it all back?
I couldn't ask Dad for it.