Here's the money." "This is so sudden," she coyly observed.

"My memory's poor, though, Johnny." "It's a promise I made myself: If I won this bet half of the winnings belonged to the babies' hotel." "Wait, Johnny," objected Polly, pushing the money away from her.

"I'd rather have you on the new subscription list, by and by, for the furnishing and remodeling fund." "I'll go on both of them," he offered, putting the money in her lap.
"You ought to know that I stick." "Yes, you do," she sighed, and passed him the list, covertly pointing out Gresham's name as she did so and showing the amount opposite it to be one hundred dollars.
"Mr.Gamble wants to make sure that you'll get it," sneered Gresham, and laughed.

He was anxious to belittle Gamble in the eyes of Constance.
"If Johnny Gamble puts his name down it's as good as paid!" flared Polly.

"By the way, Mr.Gresham, I have that Corn Exchange check blank for you now." She handed him the blank and her fountain-pen; and, with some slight reluctance, Mr.Gresham paid his subscription.
"Thanks," said Polly briskly.