"You haven't any money." "I've a twenty-dollar gold piece Uncle gave me as a keepsake.
And I've got seventeen dollars in other money, and several dollars in change," explained she.

"I've got two hundred and forty-three dollars and fifty cents in the bank, but I can't get that--not now.

They'll send it to me when I find a place and am settled and let them know." "You can't do it, Susie! You can't and you mustn't." "If you knew what they said to me! Oh, I _couldn't_ stay, Sam.
I've got some of my clothes--a little bundle behind the front door.

As soon as I'm settled I'll let you know." A silence, then he, hesitatingly, "Don't you--do you--hadn't I better go with you ?" She thrilled at this generosity, this new proof of love.

But she said: "No, I wouldn't let you do that.