"That I will."

"I want my money to buy some card-board--and some ribbon--and some
real true paints. I've got some vermilion, but I want some real good
blue. And then I want to make some beautiful bands with ties--like
what Papa has for his letters--for all Mamma's letters in her desk.
There's a bundle of Papa's when he was gone out to the Crimean War,
and that's to have a frigate on it, because of the Calliope--his
ship, you know; and there's one bundle of dear Aunt Sarah's--that's
to have a rose, because I always think her memory is like the rose in
my hymn, you know; and Grandmamma, she's to have--I think perhaps I
could copy a bit of the tower of Westminster Abbey out of the print,
because one sees it out of her window; and, oh! I thought of so many
more, but you see I can't do it without a real good paint-box, and
that costs three and sixpence. Now, Miss Fosbrook, is it stingy to
wish to do that?"

"Not at all, my dear; but you could not expect the others to
understand what they never were told."

"I'd have said something if they had not called me stingy," said
Bessie.

"It certainly was rude and hasty; but if we bear such things good-
naturedly, they become better; and they were very eager about their
own plan."

"Such a disagreeable thing as a pig!" continued Bessie. "If it had
been anything nice, I should not have minded so much."