what has become of the money, which, as I understand the matter,
is really _ours_, and not _hers_."

Still, Mrs. Deane was not quite convinced, but she knew how
useless it would be to argue the point; so she said nothing,
except to ask how Dora was to get there, as she could not come
alone.

"I have it," answered Eugenia. "I have long wished to spend a few
days in New York, but that bane of my life, poverty, has always
prevented. Now, however, as old Uncle Nat has kindly furnished us
with the means, I propose that Alice and I start day after to-
morrow, and return on Saturday. That will give us ample time to
see the _lions_ and get the city fashions."

"It will cost a great deal for yon both to stay at those large
hotels," said Mrs. Deane; and Eugenia replied--

"One hundred dollars will cover all the expense, and pay Dora's
fare besides. What is the use of money, if we can't use it? I
shall get my furs, and jewelry, and forks while I'm there, so I'd
better take along three hundred and fifty dollars, for fear of any
accident. We are not obliged to spend it all, of course;" she
added, as she saw the look of dismay on her mother's face. "And we
can bring back whatever there is left."

For nineteen years Eugenia Deane had been suffered to have her
way, and her mother did not like to thwart her now, for her temper
was violent, and she dreaded an outbreak; so she merely sighed in
reply, and when, on Monday morning, Eugenia started for New York,