Please take the money.

I haven't time to argue about it or strength, but of course I can't possibly use it unless I earn it.

I'm so anxious to see the pencils and paper." The Harvester thrust the money into his pocket.

The Girl went to the table, opened and spread the paper, and took out the pencils.
"Is my subject in here ?" she touched the colour box.
"No, the other." "Is it alive?
May I open it ?" "We will be very careful at first," said the Harvester.

"It only left its case in the night and may fly.