But money's always seemed the one thing I couldn't b-bear to talk about with you. "You see, when I first told mother and Portia about you about how you helped me with the conductor that night, I told them your name, and Portia said she didn't think it could be you, because you were a millionaire. I supposed she knew. Anyway, I didn't think very much about it.
"What is it? take time, lad," said Rooney quietly. "A b-bear! a bear!" cried Ippegoo. "What! did it run at you?" asked Rooney, becoming slightly excited in his turn, and keeping his eye on the ice-point. "N-no; no. It was sitting on on its tail l-looking at the the s-sea."
"Master Tomaso," he stammered, "they shall not do this thing I cannot b-bear it! We have we have the formula for the Apples of Sodom, and and other things. They would give more than gold for that knowledge." Tomaso laid a gentle hand upon the young shoulder.