And Harry sincerely believing that no one need be afraid, went on in his joyous calculations--beginning always, not a whit discouraged, when he discovered again and again that he was calculating on a greater sum than he possessed; but it soon became very apparent, even with Harry’s sanguine arithmetic, that it was by no means a difficult thing to spend a thousand pounds, and a slight feeling of discontent that it was not another thousand suddenly crossed the minds of all. “I see,” said Harry, slowly, “it’ll have to be fifty to the church, Martha. Fifty is as much as I can afford. It would not be just, to myself and to you all, to give more.” Poor Harry! The magnificence of liberality was easier to give up than the other magnificences on which he had set his heart. CHAPTER V. But hark you, Kate, Whither I go, thither shall you go too; To-day will I set forth, to-morrow you. HENRY IV. “WHAT could _you_ do in Allenders? one never knows how to deal with you capricious women. Stay at home, Agnes, and manage your own department--it is impossible you could assist me, and you would only be a hindrance to work. Stay at home, I say, till the place is ready for you.” Agnes laid down the child softly upon the sofa where she was sitting, and answered nothing; but her face wore a look of resignation which Harry thought ostentatious, and which irritated him greatly, as indeed his little wife partly knew. He started hastily from his seat with a contracted brow, and began to walk about the room, muttering something to himself about the impossibility of pleasing everybody. Poor little Agnes was desperately exerting herself to swallow a sob; she did feel a little fretful and peevish, it was very true, but at the same time she honestly struggled to keep it down. “Martha, say something,” whispered Rose. “Harry is angry--speak to him, Martha.”