"Yes, I did;" and after a little pause; "we must be very careful with our pennies, business is so bad now."
I tried hard to keep back my tears.
"If I only had some money I would gladly give it to you," I said.
My mother shook her head.
"Don't be silly. You need your money yourself. Have you managed to save a little?"
"No," I answered very slowly.
"Let me see, you have been here for a year now"—she began to count by the aid of her fingers—"and your wages are eight shillings a month." She counted again. "That ought to have left you something. I am afraid you are careless, my dear."
Seeing that she looked at me with tender but reproachful eyes I cuddled down beside her.
"No," I said, "I am not careless; but—"