And as I say--money no object, and cash down whenever it's wanted.

Look here!" He plunged one of the big hands into a trousers' pocket, and pulled it out again running over with gold.

And opening his fingers he extended the gold-laden palm towards us.

We were poor folk at that time, and it was a strange sight to us, all that money lying in the man's hand, and he apparently thinking no more of it than if it had been a heap of six-penny pieces.
"Help yourself to whatever'll pay you for a month," he exclaimed.

"And don't be afraid--there's a lot more where that came from." But my mother laughed, and motioned him to put up his money.
"Nay, nay, sir!" said she.