"Then no harm will be done to any one.

The black counters a shilling, the red sixpence, and the white ones a penny.

You have each a pound's worth," he said as he dealt them out.
Sylvia rose from her chair.
"I think I will go to bed." Wallie Hine turned round in his chair, holding his counters in his hand.

"Oh, don't do that, Miss Sylvia.

Sit beside me, please, and bring me luck." "You forget, Wallie, that my daughter has just come from a long journey.
No doubt she is tired," said Garratt Skinner, with a friendly reproach in his voice.