"Honesty afore Charity," I made Answer. "You must ask Master _Hewet_ to deduct it from your next Quarterage, and henceforth give not away his Money when you have spent your own." "He would never have grutched it!" cries she, kindling. "Forsooth, then, all's said," quod I, and turned to go. "_Ned!_ stop," cries she, "how _canst_ thou be so ill-natured?" and began to cry a little. "Why did you not, the other Day, as my Father bade you, put me on some better Method with my Accounts?" "Why," said I, "I was about to try, when you started off like a young Deer from a Gad-fly." "Well," saith she, "run this up for me, at all Events, and see if there be any Error in the Sum-total ... I shall be grateful to you either Way." So I began,—"_To Groceries, four-and-fourpence_...." "Four-and-fourpence!" cries she, "Four Pound four!" "'Tis here plainly set down," say I, "as four-and-fourpence." "Oh, charming!" cries she, "then all's straight!" And, catching the Paper from mine Hand, she goes off with it, and I see no more of her nor her Accounts. Only, about a Month after, Master _Hewet_ says, "Well, _Ned_, I have not paid thee thy two Angels?" "I have not earned them, Sir," I say, "Mistress _Anne_ will none of my teaching." "In Faith, then, she has schooled herself to some Purpose," saith he, smiling, "for she is ready enough now, both at Proportion and Practice. What a whimsical young Lass it is!" In Fact she had, as about this Time, that Necessity for Application to practical Affairs which makes many Women good Reckoners whether they have a natural Turn for it or no. For Mistress _Fraunces's_ Health failing her a little, Mistress _Anne_ undertook the Conduct of the Household, which the other as readily yielded unto her, witting that the Pratique would do her good. So she went about, demurely, with the Keys, measuring this and weighing that, and setting down Everything in a little Book at her Girdle. 'Twas a Lesson, to see her Tendance, in all duteous Affectuousness, on good Mistress _Fraunces_, who indeed merited of her the Love of a Daughter, and whom she soon nursed well. Mistress _Fraunces_, always very softhearted, told me I should find she had not forgotten my Care of her, in her Will. Howbeit, I was thankful no Occasion came of opening it. On my Birthday, Mistress _Anne_ came to me smiling, with her Hands behind her, and said, "Which Hand will you have?" I regarded her earnestly, and said, "The right Hand, Mistress." "Oh, miserable Choice!" cried she, laughing, and throwing me a worn Glove of her own; "hadst thou said 'Left,' thou shouldest have had this brave new Pair of scented Gloves!" I said, "I'm content," and took up the cast Glove with Pleasure. "Well," sayth she, "you are too indifferent by half about your Blunder—howbeit, here they are for you; I bought them of Purpose." So I bowed reverently and took them in my Hand; but, when she was gone, I put the other in my Bosom.