"But what have you got to buy with it?" said Pollyooly, puzzled.
"Anything I like," said Ronald.
"Not clothes, or boots, or things like that?" said Pollyooly, knitting her brow in her perplexity.
"No; I can spend it just as I like—on tuck, theaters, cricket-bats—anything," said Ronald.
"Well, that is funny. Nobody ever gives me money unless I do something for it," said Pollyooly.
"That's because you haven't any relations," said Ronald.
"Oh, of course, Aunt Hannah sometimes gave me a penny, but five pounds all at once; it's wonderful!" said Pollyooly in a tone of awe.
"Oh, I get a fiver quite often. It's all luck," said Ronald.
At the corner of Bond Street they descended from the 'bus, and Ronald ushered them into a confectioner's shop. The entry of an angel child and an authentic, but red-headed cherub, under the escort of such a good-looking boy as Ronald, aroused an uncommon interest amidst the lunchers from the Kensingtons, of which the children were quite unaware,
