Counting the Money.
II.
Just as soon as Mrs. Lee had left the room, the little party gathered round Flora again to find out what she had been thinking about. They all wanted to know. Even Henry, who talked so big, and felt so big, was just as eager as Sarah and Frank.
“David White—that’s the poor widow’s son—earns lots of money by selling papers. But his mother is very poor,” continued Flora.
“You told us that before,” said Henry.
“Dear me! so I did. Well—his mother is very poor.”
“That’s three times you have said it.”