“Benny!” The rest were laughing; but Benny’s mother had raised shocked hands of protest. “You are incorrigible, child. The East Side, indeed! We shall live in a house of our own, now, of course—but it won’t be on the East Side.”
“And Fred’ll go to college,” put in Miss Flora eagerly.
“Yes; and I shall send Bessie to a fashionable finishing school,” bowed Mrs. Harriet, with a shade of importance.
“Hey, Bess, you’ve got ter be finished,” chuckled Benny.
“What’s Mell going to do?” pouted Bessie, looking not altogether pleased. “Hasn’t she got to be finished, too?”
“Mellicent hasn’t got the money to be finished—yet,” observed Mrs. Jane tersely.
“Oh, I don’t know what I’m going to do,” breathed Mellicent, drawing an ecstatic sigh. “But I hope I’m going to do—just what I want to, for once!”
“And I’ll make you some pretty dresses that you can wear right off, while they’re in style,” beamed Miss Flora.
Frank Blaisdell gave a sudden laugh.
“But what are you going to do, Flo? Here you’ve been telling what everybody else is going to do with the money.”