I presumed to draw twenty dollars for you, thinking you might need it before you could get over.

Oh dear--that telephone! And I know it's Wayne for me." But she did not escape.

Ann was waiting for her when she came back up stairs.
She held out the book, shaking her head.

Her face told that she had been pulled back.
"Not money," she said unsteadily.

"All the rest of it is bad enough--but not money.