The Seven Darlings

She stood stock-still, in plain view if they had looked her way

Six of the Darlings were girls. The seventh was a young man who looked like Galahad and took exquisite photographs. Their father had died within the month, and Mr. Gilpin, the lawyer, had just faced them, in family assembled, with the lamentable fact that they, who had been so very, very rich, were now astonishingly poor.
My dears, he said, your poor father made a dreadful botch of his affairs. I cannot understand how some men——
Please! said Mary, who was the oldest. It can't be any satisfaction to know why we are poor. Tell us just how poor we are, and we'll make the best of it. I understand that The Camp isn't involved in the general wreck.
It isn't, said Mr. Gilpin, but you will have to sell it, or at least, rent it. Outside The Camp, when all the estate debts are paid, there will be thirty or forty thousand dollars to be divided among you.

In other words— nothing , said Mary; I have known my father to spend more in a month.
Income— began Mr. Gilpin.
Dear Mr. Gilpin, said Gay, who was the youngest by twenty minutes; don't.
Forty thousand dollars, said Mary, at four per cent is sixteen hundred. Sixteen hundred divided by seven is how much?
Nothing, said Gay promptly. And all the family laughed, except Arthur, who was trying to balance a quill pen on his thumb.