Charity looked up with red cheeks.
"We have a hundred pounds to spend, we don't care how much it is."
The attendant smiled. She consulted the head of the fur department. But when she saw that Faith had a little bag stuffed with notes, she became very civil. And the children at last chose a big black fox stole and muff, which cost about sixteen pounds. Faith was rather frightened at the amount, but she paid it, and she went out of the shop wondering if Aunt Alice would be angry if she knew how fast her money was melting away.
It was quite late when all the shopping was finished, and the children were very tired when they reached home.
Granny asked how they had enjoyed themselves.
"It has been just like a fairy story," said Charity, "and I suppose rich people can spend money like Faith has to-day whenever they like. Oh, I do hope I shall be rich one day!"
Granny shook her head at her.
"I wish you better than that," she said; "money is a great care."
"It is indeed," said Faith in an old-fashioned way, "and I never knew it would go so fast, Granny; will you add up for me and tell me how much I have left?"
When bed-time came, Aunt Alice was able to tell her. And Faith was horrified to find that she had only about forty pounds left.