Pamela spoke first. "There speaks sweet and twenty," she said.

"Yes," said Jean. "I know it's quite easy for me to speak in that lordly
way of disposing of possessions, for I haven't got any to dispose of."

"Then," said Pamela, "we are to take it that you are ready to spring
across any minute?"

"So far as goods and gear go; but I'm rich in other things. I'm pretty
heavily weighted by David, and Jock, and Mhor."

Then Peter Reid spoke, still with his hand over his eyes.

"Once you begin to make money it clings. How can you get rid of it?"

"I'm saving up for a bicycle," the Mhor broke in, becoming aware that
the conversation turned on money. "I've got half a crown and a
thru-penny-bit and fourpence-ha'penny in pennies: and I've got a duster
to clean it with when I've got it."

Jean stroked his head. "I don't think you'll ever be overburdened with
riches, Mhor, old man. But it must be tremendous fun to be rich. I love
books where suddenly a lawyer's letter comes saying that someone has
left them a fortune."

"What would you do with a fortune if you got it?" Peter Reid asked.

"Need you ask?" laughed Pamela. "Miss Jean would at once make it over to
David and Jock and Mhor."