You must--you SHALL have half of this money! Ruth and I can be married, and that is all we want, and what is left I can put into our new work to help Mr.MacFarlane.Please, Uncle Peter!--we will both be so much happier if we know you share it with us." Here his voice rose and a strain of determination rang through it.
"And, by George!--Uncle Peter, the more I think of it, the more I am convinced that it is fair.

It's yours--not mine.

I WILL have it that way--you are getting old, and you need it." Peter broke into a laugh.

It was the only way he could keep down the tears.
"What a dear boy you are, Jack," he said, backing toward the sofa and regaining his seat.

"You've got a heart as big as a house, and I'm proud of you, but no--not a penny of your money.