"I've got eleven dollars, and that's every bit I could get my hands on." "But I've _got_ to have twenty," muttered Tip, fiercely.

"Now, ye trot back and look through yer Sunday-best suit.

You have money enough; yer father's rich, an' he gives ye a lot.

Now, ye've no business spendin' any o' that money until ye've paid me what's proper comin' to me.

So back to the house with ye, and get the rest o' yer money!" "It's no use, Tip.