You take the money and use it." "No, Jan.

Thank you warmly, old boy, all the same; but I'd not take your poor little bit of money if I were starving." "What's the good of it to me ?" persisted Jan, swaying his legs about.

"I can't use it: I have got nothing to use it in.

I have put it in the bank at Heartburg, but the bank may go smash, you know, and then who'd be the better for the money?
You take it and make sure of it, Lionel." Lionel smiled at him.

Jan was as simple and single-hearted in his way as Lucy Tempest was in hers.