Tessa lived in fairy-land for the next two hours. No, she lived in Dunellen on a happy birthday.
“Well! well! well!” exclaimed her father, taking off his spectacles to wipe his eyes, “this is what I call fine. So this is what you grew pale over last winter,” he added, looking down into a face as rosy and wide awake as a child’s waking out of sleep.
“What shall you do with so much money?”
“Spend it, of course. I have spent it already a hundred times.”
“You must return receipt and reply to the letter.”
“I had forgotten that.”
“You will find every thing on my desk. Write your name on the back of the check and I will give you the money.”
“I don’t want to do that. I want to take it into the bank and surprise Gus with it. His face will be worth another check.”
She wrote her name upon the check, her father standing beside her. Theresa L. Wadsworth. He was very proud of this name among his three girls.
“And you expect to do this thing again?”