“Where did you get that gold piece?”
“Why, don’t you know? You gave it to me for letting Dr. Strong pull out my big back tooth.”
Father laughed.
“Did I?” said he; “I had forgotten it. But where did you get those two silver dollars?” he inquired.
“O, grandmother gave me this one. It’s chicken money. She gave it to me for feeding the chickens every morning all the while I staid there; and the other is hat money. Aunt Ellen told me if I’d wear my hat always when I went out in the sun, and so keep from getting sun-burned, that she would give me another dollar; and she did.”
“Where did the remainder come from?”
“Mostly from you, papa. You are always giving me money. These two bright, new quarters you gave me when you looked over my writing-book, and saw it hadn’t a blot. How much is there in all?” I earnestly asked.
Father glanced at the little pile, and smilingly said,—
“Seven dollars and ten cents. That’s a good deal of money for a little girl only nine years old to spend.”
“And may I spend it just as I please?”