"You never took the money that I gave you. Why?"
"I did not want it."
She sighed.
"Well, what is to be done? If they will allow you to read, come to me and I will give you some books."
On the mantel-shelf lay three books. The one which I had brought back was the thickest. I looked at it sadly. The tailor's wife held out her small, pink hand to me.
"Well, good-by!"
I touched her hand timidly, and went away quickly.
It was certainly true what they said about her not knowing anything. Fancy calling two gravities money! It was just like a child.
But it pleased me.