There was but one point on which they disagreed.

When Cap'n Cod had exhausted his own resources, and the motive power of the _Whatnot_ still remained unprovided, Sabella begged that he would draw some of her money from the bank and use it, but this the old man firmly declined to do.
"No, Sabella," he would say; "what is mine is yours; but what is yours is your own, and it would be as bad as stealing for me to touch it." "But it is mine," the girl would argue; "and if I want to give it to you, more than I want to do anything else with it, I don't see why you shouldn't let me." "No, dear," her guardian would reply.

"It is not yours.

It is only held in trust for you until you become of age, by which time you will have many other uses for money besides gratifying an old man's whim." "But you will pay it back long before then." "I might, and then again I might not.

There is nothing more uncertain than the things we think we are sure of." Then the girl would throw her arms about his neck and exclaim, "Oh, you dear old stupid! How horridly honest you are! and what a beautiful world this would be if everybody in it was just like you." "Yes, my dear; Stupidity and Honesty are apt to be comrades, and undoubtedly they would make a beautiful world if left to themselves; but it would be frightfully dull.