Mifflin backing Pegasus into the
shafts. I saw her make a valiant effort to comprehend the
sign painted on the side of the van--and give it up.
"You going driving?" she said blankly.
"Yes," I said, and fled upstairs.
I always keep my bank book in an old Huyler box in the top
drawer of my bureau. I don't save very quickly, I'm afraid.
I have a little income from some money father left me, but
Andrew takes care of that. Andrew pays all the farm expenses,
but the housekeeping accounts fall to me. I make a fairish
amount of pin money on my poultry and some of my preserves
that I send to Boston, and on some recipes of mine that I send
to a woman's magazine now and then; but generally my savings
don't amount to much over $10 a month. In the last five
years I had put by something more than $600. I had been
saving up for a Ford. But just now it looked to me as if that
Parnassus would be more fun than a Ford ever could be. Four
hundred dollars was a lot of money, but I thought of what it
would mean to have Andrew come home and buy it. Why, he'd be
away until Thanksgiving! Whereas if I bought it I could take
it away, have my adventure, and sell it somewhere so that
Andrew never need see it.
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