She counted it.
"How much did you spend?" she asked presently.
"Fifty-five cents."
She began to laugh wildly.
"You have a thirty-cent curling-iron, twenty-five cents' worth of stamps, and you've given me back a dollar and sixty-five cents—all out of one silver dollar!"
I counted the money. It was too true.
With a burning face I took the change and went back to the store. My friend insisted upon going with me, although I would have preferred to see her lost on the Taku Glacier. I cannot endure people who laugh like children at everything.
Copyright by E. A. Hegg, Juneau
Eskimo in Bidarka