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84 likely to know. And if you knew, you would n't tell me the truth."

"Again—thanks."

"And of course I want some clothes—swell gowns like those I saw at Newport. And my mother's watch is past repairing any more, and my piano is on its last legs, and I promised to bring dear Mrs. Cary, our next neighbor, an easy-chair for a present, and of course I shall have to carry Dad Davy and all the other servants something nice, and I must make a little gift to Aunt Jemima, and, and—I'm afraid my money won't hold out."

"Don't give up," said Farebrother, encouragingly. "Leave out the swell gowns, and the watch, and the piano, and the riding habit, and I daresay you 'll have enough left for the rest."

"What do you take me for? To get nothing for myself? Please understand I am not so foolish as I look. But, perhaps, after all, I won't buy any of those things, and I will lay it all out in a pair of pearl bracelets to match my mother's necklace, and trust to luck to get another windfall at some time during my sojourn in this vale of tears."

But Farebrother, who professed to be deeply