“What do you say, Mr. Smith?”
Mr. Smith leaped to his feet and thrust his hands into his pockets as he took a nervous turn about the room, before he spoke.
“Good Heavens, woman, that money was given you to—that is, it was probably given you to use. Now, why don’t you use it?”
“But I am using it,” argued Mrs. Jane earnestly. “I think I’m making the very best possible use of it when I put it where it will earn more. Don’t you see? Besides, what does the Bible say about that man with one talent that didn’t make it earn more?”
With a jerk Mr. Smith turned on his heel and renewed his march.
“I think the only thing money is good for is to exchange it for something you want,” observed Miss Maggie sententiously.
“There, that’s it!” triumphed Mr. Smith, wheeling about. “That’s exactly it!”
Mrs. Jane sighed and shook her head. She gazed at Miss Maggie with fondly reproving eyes.
“Yes, we all know your ideas of money, Maggie. You’re very sweet and dear, and we love you; but you are extravagant.”
“Extravagant!” demurred Miss Maggie.