"Better save it out of our allowance," said Sam. "How long is it to
the fair?"

Miss Fosbrook's pocket-book declared it to be four weeks.

"Well, then," said Hal, "we three big ones have sixpence a week each,
that's six shillings, leaving out stingy Bess, and the little ones
threepence, that's three times three is nine, and three times nine is
thirty-six, that's three shillings, and six is nine, and very near
four is fourteen. We shall do the pig yet."

"Yes, Hal; but if pigs are reasonable, I am afraid three times nine
never yet were so much so as to make thirty-six," objected Miss
Fosbrook.

Sam whistled.

"Twenty-seven--that's three and twopence--it's all the same," said
Hal; then at the scream of the rest, "at least two and threepence.
Well, any way there's plenty for piggy-wiggy, and it shall be a jolly
secret to delight Hannah Higgins, and surprise Papa and Mamma:
hurrah!"

"Yes," said Sam; "but then nobody must have any fines."

"Ay, and Sue must keep her money. That will be a wonder!" shouted
Harry.

"Well, I'll try," said Susan. "I'll try not to have a single fine,