Mamma.
I am sincerely sorry for them.—Why do you look so earnestly at me, Lydia?—Have you any money at all?
Lydia.
No, Mamma; I have no money; but you know, Mamma, you were going to buy me a pink silk slip, to wear under my muslin frock. What would that have cost?—I can do very well with my dimity ones.
Mamma.
My dearest girl! come to my arms, and enjoy a pleasure you so richly deserve! that of making the poor people happy. Your slip would not have cost two guineas, so that sacrifice alone would not do; but you have set me a noble example; and I will also give up a carpet which I intended to buy for my dressing-room; and the price of that added to the other, will be sufficient to redeem Mrs. Brush’s goods, and set her mind at ease.
Lydia.
My dear Mamma! I am so glad! Then I may go directly with the money?
Mamma.
We will go together. You would be at a loss by yourself. Go, pray, and ask for my great-coat and my gloves.