"I know what you mean.

You are good and very thoughtful, Monty, but you really must not." "Why, what's mine is yours--" he began.
"I know you are generous, Monty, and I know you have a heart.

You want us to--to take some of your money,"-- it was not easy to say it, and as for Monty, he could only look at the floor.

"We cannot, Monty, dear,--you must never speak of it again.

Mamma and I had a feeling that you would do it.