"I shouldn't like that," she said. Then with a sudden change of subject, she went on—
"Do you know, Faith, what you could do with your money? It's a lovely idea. And Charlie and I thought of it."
"What? I keep thinking of so many things. I have made a long list already."
"Why, you could buy a beautiful gipsy van, and we could go about the country in it. A caravan. Wouldn't it be lovely?"
"Then we should have to buy a horse, too—a big one—and Aunt Alice would say she couldn't keep him or feed him."
"Oh, Topsy would pull it, or you could buy a horse and feed him. You have enough money to do anything!"
Faith gave a little sigh. She began to feel the responsibility of money weigh heavily on her shoulders. And the very fact of her still being weak and frail made the least thing a burden to her.
That night when she went to bed, Granny came up with her. She and Faith had a little prayer together of thanks for the peace which had come to the world.
And then Faith lying back on her pillows said wistfully:
"Granny, I wish Mr. Cardwell had left me five shillings instead of a hundred pounds. I don't really know how to spend it."