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 fortnight ago last Saturday, didn't she just want to turn it up?

Perhaps—sometimes. But then her motto was Nelson's, never to know when you were beaten. It was Nelson's motto, wasn't it? Besides, having two thousand people in your pocket gave you such a sense of power. And then the princely salary, a hundred pounds a week, and next year it was going to be doubled. She really didn't know how she would be able to spend it.

Why spend it at all? Why not invest it at four and a half per cent.?

Oh, yes—for a rainy day!

Such an idea was evidently quite new to Cinderella, and she proclaimed it as the very zenith of human wisdom.

"You must let me spend a little, though."

She spoke as though he had charge already of her hundred pounds a week.

"Not more than a fiver now and again. No need, really. Of course when you take a holiday abroad you can dip a bit if you want."

Granny thought the provinces were vulgar, but Cinderella was quite sure that Mr. Shelmerdine didn't agree with Grandmamma.

"Now look me right in the eye, and tell me whether the provinces are vulgar. Honest Injun now!"