"By gracious, mother," said Jack, springing to get it, "you're in
luck. It's a hundred dollar bill."
"So it is, I declare," said Mrs. Crump, joyfully. "But, Timothy, it
isn't mine. It belongs to you."
"No, Mary, it shall be yours. I'll put it in the Savings Bank for
you."
"Merriam's a trump, and no mistake," said Jack. "By the way, father,
when you see him again, won't you just insinuate that you have a
son? Ain't we in luck, Aunt Rachel?"
"'Pride goes before destruction, and a haughty spirit before a
fall,'" said Rachel.
"I never knew Aunt Rachel to be jolly but once," said Jack, under
his breath; "and that was at a funeral."
CHAPTER VI.
EIGHT YEARS. IDA'S PROGRESS.
EIGHT years slipped by, unmarked by any important event. The Crumps
were still prosperous in an humble way. The cooper had been able to
obtain work most of the time, and this, with the annual remittance
for little Ida, had enabled the family not only to live in comfort,
but even to save up one hundred and fifty dollars a year. They might
even have saved more, living as frugally as they were accustomed to
do, but there was one point upon which none of them would consent to
be economical. The little Ida must have everything she wanted.
Timothy brought home daily some little delicacy for her, which none
of the rest thought of sharing.
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