"Have you thought upon that?" she said.
"Yes," I said, — "very much."
"It is a great question!" she said, her face becoming grave
again.
"I know," I said, "of course one ought to do all one can. But
what I want to know is, how much one _can_. How much ought one
to spend for such things?"
"It's a great question," Miss Cardigan repeated, more gravely
than before. "For when the King comes, to take account of His
servants, He will want to know what we have done with every
penny. Be sure, He will."
"Then how can one tell?" said I, hoping earnestly that now I
was going to get some help in my troubles. "How can one know?
It is very difficult."
"I'll no say it's not difficult," said Miss Cardigan, whose
thoughts seemed to have gone into the recesses of her own
mind. "Dear, it's nigh our tea-time. Let us go in."
I followed her, much disappointed, and feeling that if she
passed the subject by so, I could not bring it up again. We
went through to the inner room; the same from which the glass
door opened to the flowers.
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