“Why, when we were at Asbury Park and Edith's father was going to New York, he gave her a whole dollar to do what she pleased with. Now you know it would be the easiest thing in the world to spend a dollar there. I could spend it just as easy as anything.”
“I dare say you could,” said Mrs. Ashford, laughing.
“And any way you know it was vacation, and even if you save tenths other times you oughtn't to feel as if you must do it in vacation. But Edith had to go and get her dollar changed and put ten cents of it in the old blue box.”
“So she would not take a vacation from her tenths?”
“No, indeed. And the other day when her uncle from Baltimore was here, he gave her fifty cents, and it would just pay for a perfectly lovely paintbox that she wants; but she couldn't buy it because five cents of the fifty was tenths; and now she'll have to wait till she gets some more money.”
“What does she do with all the money in the blue box?” Mrs. Ashford inquired.
“Oh, she gives it to some mission-band!” replied Marty in a tone of disgust.
“Is that the mission-band Miss Agnes Walsh wanted you to join?”
“Yes, ma'am; but I didn't want to take up my Saturdays going to a thing like that, I'd rather play.”
“Let me see,” said Mrs. Ashford, “what is the name of that band?”