I think you'd best make it good somehow.

Can't you give them back ?" "How can I give back the strawberry ice ?" This was a poser, certainly, and set Dicky thinking again.
"Have you got the other things ?" asked he.
"No; the pencil-sharpener smashed first time I used it, and the net-bag got lost at home." "Awkward.

You'll have to buy new ones." "Who for ?" "Tempest, of course.

They were his bills." "But it was Crofter's money." "But Tempest has paid him back." The result of this conversation was, that instead of practising for the Quarter-mile that afternoon I went down town with a bag, and expended five shillings of my term's pocket-money in the purchase of a pencil- sharpener, a strawberry ice, a net-bag, and a set of patent screw spikes.
Dicky, like a brick, undertook to convey these to Tempest, with the following letter, which I wrote at his suggestion.
"Dear Tempest,--I send you back the change I got out of the bills I got last term.

I'm sorrier than I can say, and hope you won't hate me more than you do.