"Well, I'm glad the poor child is going to have some new frocks, for once in her life," she added as Cassius came back to the house. "I only wonder how she came by them. Have a drink, old man?" "Maybe Miss Priscilla's turning liberal," observed Cassius, accepting the offer. "Maybe the sky's turning pea-green!" returned Sally, scornfully. "Maybe that milk you're a-drinking is made of melted pearls!" "Don't taste like it," said Cassius. "Tastes like first-rate cow's milk." "Much you know how melted pearls taste! There, now, don't go to work in the sun right off. Sit down in the big chair and have a nap. Naps in the middle of the day is good for old folks." Calista arrived at home just as Friend Anderson and Miss Priscilla had finished their business, which had not been done without some wrangling; Miss Priscilla maintaining that the money was twenty-five cents short. "Thee is in the wrong," said Jacob Anderson, "but I will pay the money rather than dispute longer. I will thank thee for a receipt." "What is the use of a receipt when it is endorsed on the bond?" snapped Miss Priscilla. "I'll trouble thee for the receipt all the same," said the old Friend. "Accidents sometimes happen, and there is so harm in a double security." "Won't you have a cup of tea, Friend Anderson?" said Miss Druett, struck with the old man's weary expression. "You look very tired." "No, thank thee, Friend Druett. I am a poor man, but I don't think I could swallow grudged victuals. They would stick in my throat. Thank thee for the offer all the same. Farewell, Priscilla; I hope thee may some day come to a better mind. Remember, if riches don't leave thee, thee will have to leave them. When thee comes to lie on a death-bed, like my poor sister, twenty-five cents won't look quite so big to thee as it does now." And Jacob Anderson took his departure, having certainly taken the worth of his twenty-five cents out of Miss Priscilla. "So you had your ride for nothing," remarked Miss Druett. "Not altogether. I did your errand at the bank, and stopped to see about Drusella Pine. She is coming to-night, and Cassius says he will send her over Monday morning." "What on earth do you want with Drusella Pine?" asked Miss Priscilla. "I want her to cut and fit the child's new frocks, and perhaps make one of them. She has not a decent thing to wear." "She is not coming here to make it, I can tell you that," said Miss Priscilla, in alarm. "I won't have a dressmaker eating more than her day's wages, and telling and tattling about family matters all over." "Don't alarm yourself, I have no intention of having her here," replied Miss Druett; "she need not come into the house, if you prefer she should not. Calista and I can go over there. Don't you want some dinner, child?" "No, thank you, Miss Druett. I had a good lunch of bread and milk and gingerbread at Aunt Sally's?"