The recital now broke up and Silvia sat down to write a long explanatory letter to Uncle Issachar. The next morning I procured her a check from the First National Bank and she filled it out.
“Oh!” she said with indrawn breath, when she had asked me how to write twenty-five thousand dollars, “I never expected to be able to sign my name to a check for such an amount.”
“You never will again, I fear,” was my sad prophecy.
“It must feel rich,” said Beth, “just to have a large check pass through your fingers.”
“Them Three” came the nearest to tears that they were able to do.
“We worked so hard for it,” they sighed.
“So did I!” muttered Huldah.
“I couldn’t live a double life,” declared Silvia.