"I am very glad, that, with all her faults, my dear little daughter is so truthful and so open with me," he said, smoothing her hair.
"Papa, I'm ever so sorry you'll have to pay so much money to replace that book," she said. "But—you often give me some pocket-money, and—won't you please keep all you would give me till it counts up enough to pay for the book?"
"It is a right feeling, a feeling that pleases me, which prompts you to make that request," he said in a kind tone, and pressing his lips to her cheek; "and probably another time I may let you pay for such a piece of carelessness, but you need not in this instance. I feel rich enough to spare the money quite easily for that and an increase in my children's weekly allowance. What is yours now?"
"Fifty cents, papa."
"Where is your purse?"
She took it from her pocket, and put it into his hand.
"Only five cents in it," he remarked, with a smile, when he had examined.
Then, taking a handful of loose change from his pocket, he counted out four bright quarters and ten dimes, and poured them into her purse.
"O papa! so much!" she cried delightedly, "I feel ever so rich!"
He laughed at that. "Now," he said, "you shall have a dollar every week, unless I should have to withdraw it on account of some sort of bad behavior on your part. Max is to have the same; Gracie half a dollar till she is a little older: and you are all to keep an account of your spendings."