"Here, child, is a nickle for the little maid who trimmed my lamp so nicely."
She dropped him a courtesy.
"Thank you, Uncle. I think she will be very glad to get it. I feel quite prosperous again," she said, shutting the coin away in her crimson bag.
Mr. Dawson laughed.
"I suspect you will find that wealth has its uses, and when you are of age and have command of a large sum of money, I only hope that you will use it well. I think your experiences as a Happy-Go-Lucky will teach you much that you would not otherwise learn."
"There's one thing I should like to do—find that clever doctor who cures the lame children, and have him cure Ivy. When I'm grown up I'll build a hospital just for the poor children—but then it will be too late to help her!"
"My friend Dr. Medway, who assists in those operations, promised to pay me a visit this summer," remarked the gentleman.
Alene clapped her hands.
"Oh, I'm so glad!"
"What about, Miss Jump-at-Conclusions?"