He walked angrily up and down the floor, thrashing his boots with his riding-whip and cracking it in the air so viciously that the ponies danced about in their stalls.
"Dave," said Bert, at length, "are we to understand that your father and brother came to us and got that money without any authority from you ?" "That's just what they did," sobbed David.
"And you never saw a cent of it ?" "Not one cent, or mother either." "Well, what of it ?" exclaimed Don.

"Brace up and be a man, Dave.

A ten-dollar bill is not an everlasting fortune." "I know it isn't much to you, but it is a good deal to me.

You don't know what the loss of it means.

It means corn-bread and butter-milk for breakfast, dinner and supper." "Well, what of that ?" said Don, again.