“You haven’t the money, Jackie.”
The words were on Jacqueline’s tongue: “I know how to get it!” She bit them back just in time.
“Grandma’ll get over the notion,” Aunt Martha comforted. “Just put the whole thing out of your mind, now.”
But Jacqueline didn’t. She dreamed all night of green dragons off the cup that were chasing her, and the green dragons turned into green banknotes, and she wheeled a barrowful of them home to Aunt Martha and Grandma.
She woke in the morning, quite determined.
“It’s a pretty cool day,” she told Aunt Martha. “I could walk to Longmeadow easy as not. Honest, it wouldn’t tire me a bit, and I’ll be back in time to get supper.”
Aunt Martha smiled, as if in spite of herself. “If you aren’t the most persistent young one!” she said.
“Can’t I?” begged Jacqueline.
Aunt Martha hesitated.
“You’ve worked real faithful,” she said at last. “I guess if it’s any treat to go to Longmeadow, you ought to have it.”