“What was the smash—a motor-car?” cried Willie, eagerly.
Miss Gibson smiled.
“No, Willie; speculations and other things.”
“If it was a motor-car I’d never ride in one again,” declared Eva.
“Oh, dear! it must be awful to be real rich once and then get poor,” said Eileen. “I don’t know how you stand it.”
“It is hard for a while; but, after all, there are some things better than money.”
“Name them,” said Eileen, in mock despair.
“While we have health and strength and capacity for simple enjoyments left, we can never be unhappy long, and work is a great tonic.”
“Oh, dear!” sighed Eileen. “It’s a funny old world, and you seem as happy as anyone, although you were rich once and have to earn your living now. It wouldn’t suit me.”
That evening Eileen called a meeting, and they all talked in low tones.