"So do I," chimed in Elsie.
"What?" said Jean, with a smile.
"A piano! And the dearest little dog—just like Ruth Parsons's dog, if I could find one. And ever so many books. And a watch." And Elsie's list was interrupted by the necessity of taking breath.
"Hoo! Isn't that just like a girl? Why, you couldn't get half those with that, you silly," put in her brother. "I'd get something quite different. I'd get a pony, a real strong useful pony, which father could plough with when I wasn't riding him. That would be something like."
"Your pony would cost as much as Elsie's piano," remarked Jean.
"Well, what would you get?" said James. "Will you get some nice clothes?"
"Pshaw! Clothes! Will you get a watch, Jean? Or a breastpin and ear-rings?"
"Now, what use would ear-rings be to her when she hasn't any holes in her ears, Elsie? Do tell us, Jean—what will you get?"
Jean laughed. It seemed as if all the world was bound to find out what she meant to do with her money.
"I'll tell you by and by," she said. "I've made up my mind, I think, what I'd rather do, but I want to talk to father first." They reached the top of the hill as she spoke, and she pushed open the gate for the others to enter, paying no attention to Elsie's rather fretful—