I now realized that I had been extravagant, having spent so much in six
days. Although I did not regard the Arab as such, because of saving
car fare and half soleing shoes. Nor the TROUSEAU, as one must have
clothing. But facial masage and manacures and candy et cetera I felt had
been wastefull.
At dinner that night mother said:
"Bab, you must get yourself some thin frocks. You have absolutely
nothing. And Hannah says you have bought nothing. After all a thousand
dollars is a thousand dollars. You can have what you ought to have.
Don't be to saving."
"I have not the interest in clothes I once had, mother" I replied. "If
Leila will give me her old things I will use them."
"Bab!" mother said, with a peircing glanse, "go upstairs and bring down
your Check Book."
I turned pale with fright, but father said:
"No, my dear. Suppose we let this thing work itself out. It is Barbara's
money, and she must learn."
That night, when I was in bed and trying to divide $229.45 by 12 months,
father came in and sat down on the bed.
"There doesn't happen to be anything you want to say to me, I suppose,
Bab?" he inquired in a gentle tone.
Although not a weeping person, shedding but few tears even when punished
in early years, his kind tone touched my Heart, and made me lachrymoze.
Such must always be the feelings of those who decieve.
But, although bent, I was not yet broken. I therfore wept on in silence
while father patted my back.
"Because," he said, "while I am willing to wait until you are ready,
when things begin to get to thick I want you to know that I'm around,
the same as usual.
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