Great Britain -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Short stories
Maud Trevor was a genuine woman, and kept her accounts with the aid of
six purses. One was an ancient housewife of her grandmother's, which
used to be equipped with silk and thread and needles and buttons, and
from a secret place yielded to the third generation a bank note
of value. This capacious receptacle was evidently intended for the
household exchequer, whose transactions were innumerable, and whose
monthly budget depended for success on an unfailing supply of copper.
Another had come from her mother, and was of obsolete design--a bag
closed at both extremities, with a long narrow slit in the middle, and
two rings which compressed the gold into one end and the silver into the
other. This was marked out by Providence for charity, since it made
no provision for pennies, and laid a handicap of inconvenience on
threepenny bits. It retained a subtle trace of an old-fashioned scent
her mother loved, and recalled her mother going out on some errand of
mercy--a St Clare in her sacrifices and devotion. Purse three descended
from her father, and was an incarnation of business--made of chamois
leather with a steel clasp that closed with a click, having three
compartments within, one of which had its own clasp and was reserved for
gold. In this bank Maud kept the funds of a clothing society, whose
more masterly bargains ran sometimes into farthings, and she was always
haunted with anxiety lest a new farthing and a half-sovereign should
some day change places. A pretty little purse with ivory sides and
silver hinges--a birthday gift of her girlhood--was large enough to hold
her dress allowance, which Trevor had fixed at a most generous rate when
he had barely four hundred a year, and had since forgotten to increase.
One in sealskin had been a gift of engagement days, and held the savings
of the year against birthday and Christmas presents--whose contents were
the subject of many calculations. A cast-off purse of Trevor's had been
devoted to Bertie, and from its resources came one way or other all he
needed; but it happened that number six was constantly reinforced from
the purse with the ivory sides.
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