“Yes; that is the sum set down for me when the honest will was made; and that sum I shall of course retain.”
“Oh, delightful! What a quantity of comfort we may get out of a hundred pounds! How rich we shall be!”
“She is thinking already,” said Margaret, “what sort of a pretty cloak baby is to have for the summer.”
“And Margaret must have something out of it, must not she, love?” asked Hester.
“We will all enjoy it, with many thanks to my poor grandfather. Surely this hundred pounds will set us on through the year.”
“That will be very pleasant, really,” observed Margaret. “To be sure of bread for all the rest of the year! Oh, the value of a hundred pounds to some people!”
“What a pity that Morris did not stay this one other day!” exclaimed Hester. “And yet, perhaps, not so. It might have perplexed her mind about leaving us, and induced her to give up her new place; and there is nothing in a chance hundred pounds to justify that. It is better as it is.”
“All things are very well as they are,” said Hope, “as long as we think so. Now, I am going to call on Walcot. Good-bye.”
“Stop, stop one moment! Stay, and see what I have found!” cried his wife, in a tone of glee. “Look! Feel! Tell me—is not this our boy’s first tooth?”
“It is—it certainly is. I give you joy, my little fellow!”