It was a hard pill to swallow, after four years of the kind of work I had done in college, but I had to throw every plan to the winds and go to the Philippines.

My uncle, who is rich, sent me money enough to prepare for the voyage, and here I am, sneaking off to the jungles, disgusted, discouraged and disappointed.

To-night I sit before you with less than one hundred dollars as the sum total of my earthly possessions." "By George, Veath, just let me know how much you need--" broke in Hugh warmly, but the other silenced him, smiling sadly.
"I'm greatly obliged to you, but I don't believe it is money that I want now--at least, not borrowed money.

When you told me that your sister was to become a missionary, I inferred that you were not burdened with worldly goods, and I felt at home with you both--more so than I should, I believe--" "Oh, the devil!" "But a few days ago your sister told me that she is not to be a missionary and that she is rich enough to make this trip to the Orient for mere pleasure--oh, well, you know better than I how rich you both are." His voice was low and unsteady.

"I don't know why you should have told me that she--she was to be a missionary." "It was--I did it for a little joke on her, honestly I did," mumbled Hugh.
"And it was a serious one for me.