I dare say we'll be able to get along here in some way, until papa is rich again.

You know they intend to make him share with them." "It strikes me that he is sharing with them already," said Christie, glancing bitterly round the cabin; "sharing everything--ourselves, our lives, our tastes." "Ye-e-s!" said Jessie, with vaguely hesitating assent.

"Yes, even these:" she showed two dice in the palm of her little hand.

"I found 'em in the drawer of our dressing-table." "Throw them away," said Christie impatiently.
But Jessie's small fingers closed over the dice.

"I'll give them to the little Kearney.