“I thought you would do all that fussy part and take care of the pounds, as you call them. Need I worry about it? I do hate sums, so!” “I shall take care of things till you are of age, but I mean that you shall know how your property is managed, and do as much of it as you can by and by; then you won't be dependent on the honesty of other people.” “Gracious me! as if I wouldn't trust you with millions of billions if I had them,” cried Rose, scandalised at the mere suggestion. “Ah, but I might be tempted; guardians are sometimes; so you'd better keep your eye on me, and in order to do that you must learn all about these affairs,” answered Dr. Alec, as he made an entry in his own very neat account-book. Rose peeped over his shoulder at it, and then turned to the arithmetical puzzle in her hand with a sigh of despair. “Uncle, when you add up your expenses do you ever find you have got more money than you had in the beginning?” “No; I usually find that I have a good deal less than I had in the beginning. Are you troubled in the peculiar way you mention?” “Yes; it is very curious, but I never can make things come out square.” “Perhaps I can help you,” began Uncle Alec, in the most respectful tone. “I think you had better, for if I have got to keep accounts I may as well begin in the right way. But please don't laugh! I know I'm very stupid, and my book is a disgrace, but I never could get it straight.” And with great trepidation, Rose gave up her funny little accounts. It really was good in Dr. Alec not to laugh, and Rose felt deeply grateful when he said in a mildly suggestive tone, “The dollars and cents seem to be rather mixed, perhaps if I just straightened them out a bit we should find things all right.” “Please do, and then show me on a fresh leaf how to make mine look nice and ship-shape as yours do.” As Rose stood by him watching the ease with which he quickly brought order out of chaos, she privately resolved to hunt up her old arithmetic and perfect herself in the four first rules, with a good tug at fractions, before she read any more fairy tales. “Am I a rich girl, uncle?” she asked suddenly, as he was copying a column of figures. “Rather a poor one, I should say, since you had to borrow a ninepence.” “That was your fault, because you forgot my pocket-money. But, really, shall I be rich by and by?” “I am afraid you will.” “Why afraid, uncle?” “Too much money is a bad thing.” “But I can give it away, you know; that is always the pleasantest part of having it I think.” “I'm glad you feel so, for you can do much good with your fortune if you know how to use it well.” “You shall teach me, and when I am a woman we will set up a school where nothing but the three R's shall be taught, and all the children live on oatmeal, and the girls have waists a yard round,” said Rose, with a sudden saucy smile dimpling her cheeks.