THE WIDOW’S MITE.
UT I’m not a widow, and I haven’t got two mites.”
“My dear, you are a widow, and you have got two mites.”
“I’ll tell both of you something that will astonish you. I’ve made a calculation, and I find that if everybody in England would give up their Christmas dinner—that is, in Scotland, and Ireland too——”
“They never have any in Ireland, Bob.”
“Hold your tongue till I’ve done, Charley. They do have Christmas dinners in Ireland. It’s pretty nearly the only day that they do, and I don’t count much upon them either. But if everybody gave up his special Christmas dinner, and dined as he does on other days the saving would amount to two millions and a half.”
Charley whistled.
“Two millions and a half is a large sum of money,” said Mrs. Granger, the elder lady of the party.
“Those calculations never do any good,” said the younger lady, who had declared herself not to be a widow.