“Father, I wish you would just let me look at my money a little while.”
Her father hesitated a moment, and then put his hand into his pocket, and drew out several pieces of silver money.
“Is that my money,” said Lucy, “or yours?”
Her father laughed, but did not answer.
“Father,” said Lucy earnestly, “is that my money?”
“Why, Lucy,” he replied, “I don’t keep any money for you separate from my own.”
“O father,” said Lucy, “you said you would keep my money for me.”
“Yes,” said her father, “so I did; but I did not mean that I would keep it separate.”
“How do you keep it, then?” said Lucy.
Her father laughed; but Lucy did not know what he was laughing at.