I'll give you the first one.

It's mine, really, but I'll give it to you.

Here you are." And he slammed the card down in front of Lottie.
Lottie revived at that.

But now she was in another difficulty.

"I haven't got a hanky," she said; "I want one badly, too." "Here, Lottie, you can use mine." Rags dipped into his sailor blouse and brought up a very wet-looking one, knotted together.