“Fifteen dollars easily. All right; we’ll send it to them.”
“Of course,” chimed in Katherine. “I was only joking. Shall we finish these up?”
“Yes indeed,” said Mary, “they’re all ordered, and the more money the better, n’est ce pas, Betty? But aren’t we to know the person’s name?”
Betty hesitated. “Why–no–that is if you don’t mind very much. You see she sort of told me about herself because she had to, so I feel as if I oughtn’t to repeat it. Do you mind?”
“Not one bit,” said Katherine quickly. “And we needn’t say anything at all about it, except–don’t you think the girls here in the house will have to know that we’re going to give away the money?”
“Yes,” put in Mary, “and we’ll make them all give us extra orders.”
“We will save out a dollar for you to live on till March,” said Betty.
“Oh no, I shall borrow of you,” retorted Mary, and then they all laughed and felt better.
On St. Valentine’s morning Betty posted a registered valentine. The verse read:–
“There are three of us and three of you,
Though only one knows one,
So pray accept this little gift
And go and have some fun.”