"I used to just detest the word 'poor'--Nan'll tell you," confessed Bess.
"I guess being with Nan has kind of awakened me to 'our duties,' as Mrs.
Cupp would say," and she laughed.
"Oh!" cried Grace. "I'd do for them, if I could. But I don't even know
how to talk to them. Sick babies make me feel so sorry I want to cry, and
old women who smell of gin and want to sell iron-holders really scare me.
Oh, dear! I guess I'm an awful coward!"
Nan laughed. "What are you going to do with that crisp dollar bill I saw
your father tuck into your hand at breakfast, Gracie?" she asked.
"Oh, I don't know. I hadn't thought. Papa is always so thoughtful. He
knows I just _can't_ make ends meet on my fortnightly allowance."
"But you don't absolutely need the dollar?"
"No-o."
"Then give it to us. We'll spend it for something nice with which to
treat those kid cousins that Inez told us about."
"Good idea," announced Walter. "It won't hurt you to give it to
charity, Sis."
"All right," sighed Grace. "If you really all say so. But there is such a
pretty tie down the street at Libby's."
"And you've a million ties, more or less," declared Bess. "Of
course we'll take it from her, Walter. Come on, now! I'm ready."
Under Walter's piloting the chums reached the street and number Inez had
given Nan.
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