"She shall have a south window," said Mrs. Laval fondly. "And I have had a letter from your grandmother, Norton. I think I shall go to town next week."
"Before December!" cried Norton. "Hurra! That is splendid. After we get into December and I am going to school, the days and the weeks get into such a progress that they trip each other up, and I don't know where I am. And there's Christmas. Mamma, don't send Pink to school! Let me teach her."
"I don't think you know very well where you are now," said his mother smiling. "What will you do with your own lessons?"
"Plenty of time," said Norton. "Too much time, in fact. Mamma, I don't think Pink would enjoy going to school."
"We will see," Mrs. Laval said. "But there is something else Pink would enjoy, I think. You have not got your allowance yet, Matilda. Have you a purse, love? or a porte-monnaie, or anything?"
"O yes, ma'am! Don't you remember, ma'am, you gave me your pocket book? a beautiful red morocco one, with a sweet smell?"
"No," said Mrs. Laval laughing.
"It was before the sickness—O, long ago; you gave it to me, with money in it, for Lilac lane."
"Is the money all gone?"
"It is all gone," said Matilda; "for you remember, Mrs. Laval, Norton and I had a great many things to get for that poor woman and her house. It took all the money."