"I reckon Uncle Paul would be rather surprised," Pauline said one
evening, "if he could know all the queer sorts of ways in which we use
his money. But the little easings-up do count for so much."
"Indeed they do," Hilary agreed warmly, "though it hasn't all gone for
easings-ups, as you call them, either." She had sat down right in the
middle of getting ready for bed, to revel in her ribbon box; she so
loved pretty ribbons!
The committee on finances, as Pauline called her mother, Hilary, and
herself, held frequent meetings. "And there's always one thing," the
girl would declare proudly, "the treasury is never entirely empty."
She kept faithful account of all money received and spent; each month a
certain amount was laid away for the "rainy day"--which meant, really,
the time when the checks should cease to come---"for, you know, Uncle
Paul only promised them for the _summer_," Pauline reminded the others,
and herself, rather frequently. Nor was all of the remainder ever
quite used up before the coming of the next check.
"You're quite a business woman, my dear," Mr. Shaw said once, smiling
over the carefully recorded entries in the little account-book she
showed him.
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