“Shall we keep it all in my pocketbook?” she asked. Already she could see its green sides bulging with riches.
Letty twisted a curl and pondered.
“No,” she decided at last, “for you might take it out in the street with you and lose it. I’ll show you where we will keep our money.”
And on tiptoe for fear of waking the baby, she crept into the nursery next door and back.
“Here! just the thing,” said she, displaying a little round white jar decorated with a bunch of scarlet holly berries and prickly green leaves.
“We can keep our money in this, because it is mine. No one will touch it. And we will put it on the end of the mantelpiece in the nursery, up high where the baby can’t reach it. Shall we do that?”
In answer, Susan shook her three ten-cent pieces into the jar, and with head on one side admired the effect.
“But if any one looks in he will see the money, and maybe ask what it is for. Then we can’t keep it a secret,” she objected.
Letty, with finger on lip, tiptoed into the nursery again, and returned with a doll’s brown-and-white checked sunbonnet in her hand.
“It belongs to the baby’s doll, Lolly,” said she. “I just snatched up the first thing I could find. We will stuff it into the jar on top of the money, and if people see it, they will think we have left it there careless-like.”