Grace drew out a pearl porte-monnaie, and drew therefrom a bill, which she handed to Paul.
"Give your mother that, with my compliments on her good work," she said.
Paul saw that it was a five-dollar bill.
"I am afraid I can't change this," he said.
"It is not necessary," returned Grace, with a smile.
"But it is a five. I said two dollars."
"Tell your mother that if she thinks this too much, she may regard the balance as a gift."
"You are very generous, Miss Dearborn," said Paul, his eyes brightening with the thought of his mother's pleasure when she received such liberal payment.
"If I am, I can take small credit for it, since I am blessed with a fortune."
"I wish all rich people were like you," said Paul, impulsively.