"I won't take a cent of it till you get to work, there, now! Jest you never fret yourself a word. It'll all come right, I know."
"I'm very much obliged," said Charlie, feeling as if she would like to cry.
"Mary Jane spoke of a chance of getting you at the flowers. It's light, easy work,—I tell her jest like play. But you must have a visit first."
On Saturday Mary Jane came home at noon.
"I do think Charlie Kenneth's earned a holiday," said Mrs. Wilcox. "I couldn't begin to tell the things that girl's done this mornin'. Swept and dusted, and helped me clean the closet"—
"Then you're in clover, mother;" and Mary Jane laughed. "I never could bear to do housework."
"A great kind of a wife you'll make."
"That will be some one else's look out;" and Mary Jane tossed her head in a curiously satisfied manner.
They took a promenade on Broadway in the afternoon. Charlie was delighted; and the shop-windows entertained her beyond description. They bought some trifles,—a pair of gloves, a collar, and a ribbon or two,—and Charlie found that money absolutely melted away. She had spent four dollars.