“‘O I don’t know, mamma—I’ll see if grandpa will let me have it.’
“‘Let you have what?’ said the old gentleman, waking up.
“‘This cent, grandpa.’
“‘To be sure you may have it! Of course!—and fifty more.’
“‘No, she must have but one,’ said the lady, with a smile. ‘I am going to give her an allowance of one cent a-month.’
“‘Fiddle-de-dee!’ said the old gentleman. ‘What can she do with that, I should like to know?—one red cent!—Absurd!’
“‘Why she can do just the fiftieth part of what she could with half-a-dollar,’ said the lady, ‘and that will be money matters enough for such a little head. So you may take the cent, Nanny, and spend it as you like,—only I shall want to be told about it afterwards.’
“Nanny thanked her mother, and holding me fast in one hand she sat down on the rug again by her doll. The old gentleman seemed very much amused.
“‘What will you do with it, Nanny?’ he said, bending down to her.—‘Buy candy?’