“But—isn’t that——?”
“Please don’t!” begged Holly. “I don’t know anything about it. If it’s too much, you must speak to Aunt India or Major Cass.”
“I was about to suggest that it seemed ridiculously little,” said Winthrop. “But——”
“Gracious!” exclaimed Holly. “Uncle Major thought it ought to be more, but Auntie wouldn’t hear of it. Do you think it should be?”
“Well, I’m scarcely a disinterested party,” laughed Winthrop, “but it doesn’t sound much, does it?”
“Three dollars and a-half!” said Holly, slowly and thoughtfully. Then she nodded her head vigorously. “Yes, it sounds a whole lot.” She laughed softly. “It’s very funny, though, isn’t it?”
“What?” he asked, smiling in sympathy.
“Why, that you should be paying three dollars and a-half a week for the privilege of being a slave!”
“Ah, but that’s it,” answered Winthrop. “It is a privilege, as you say.”