“Why don't you send it yourself?” he had asked. “Wouldn't you like it to go in your name?”
“It doesn't matter. I don't know any of the committee.”
He had tried to explain what he meant.
“You might like to feel that you are doing something.”
“I thought my allowance was only to dress on. If I'm to attend to charities, too, you'll have to increase it.”
“But,” he argued patiently, “if you only sent them twenty-five dollars, did without some little thing to do it, you'd feel rather more as though you were giving, wouldn't you?”
“Twenty-five dollars! And be laughed at!”
He had given in then.
“If I put an extra thousand dollars to your account to-morrow, will you check it out to this fund?”
“It's too much.”