“Well, dear, your mother would not like it if she know we treated you in what my husband says is a shabby way.”
“Don’t think any more about that now, Mrs. Holman. You both treat me as I love to be treated—as though I were your little friend.”
“Which you are, darling—which you are.”
“Well, Mrs. Holman, I must hurry; I must tell you my good news. Do you remember telling me last week that you had a hundred pounds put away in the Savings Bank, and that you didn’t know what to do with it. You said, ‘Money ought to make money,’ and you didn’t know how your hundred pounds would make money. It was such a funny speech, and you tried to ’splain it to me, and I tried to understand.”
“It was silly of my husband and me to talk of it before you, Missy. It is true we have got a hundred pounds. It is a nest-egg against a rainy day.”
“Now again you are talking funnily; a nest-egg against a rainy day?”
“Against a time of trouble when we may want to spend the money.”
“Oh, I understand that,” answered the child.
“And I had it well invested, but the money was paid back, and there was nothing for it but to pop it into the Post Office Savings Bank.”
“It’s there still, is it?” said Sibyl, her eyes shining.