Here, read something in it.

Open it anywhere." "No; you read to me." "I will not.

Haven't I done enough?
Didn't I buy the book and get the lunch, and make the sandwiches, and pay the car-fare?
I think this expedition will cost me pretty near three dollars before we're through with the day.

No; the least you can do is to read to me.

Here, we'll match for it." Condy drew a dime from his pocket, and Blix a quarter from her purse.
"You're matching me," she said.
Condy tossed the coin and lost, and Blix said, as he picked up the book: "For a man that has such unvarying bad luck as you, gambling is just simple madness.