The glasses were filled and we were ready to drink.
"Have something yourself, Johnny," I said, with an air of having intended to say it all the time, but of having been a trifle remiss because of the interesting conversation I had been holding with Clam and Pat.
Johnny looked at me with quick sharpness, divining, I am positive, the strides I was making in my education, and poured himself whisky from his private bottle.

This hit me for a moment on my thrifty side.

He had taken a ten-cent drink when the rest of us were drinking five-cent drinks! But the hurt was only for a moment.

I dismissed it as ignoble, remembered my concept, and did not give myself away.
"You'd better put me down in the book for this," I said, when we had finished the drink.

And I had the satisfaction of seeing a fresh page devoted to my name and a charge pencilled for a round of drinks amounting to thirty cents.