ad struck the
milk wagon--and I was getting out my check book, because the man was
very nasty and insisted on having my name, when I first saw him. He had
stopped and was looking at the gutter, which was full of milk. Then he
looked at me.

"How much damages does he want?" he said in a respectful tone.

"Twenty dollars," I replied, not considering it flirting to merely reply
in this manner.

The Stranger then walked over to the milkman and said:

"A very little spilt milk goes a long way. Five dollars is plenty for
that and you know it."

"How about me getting a stitch in my chin, and having to pay for that?"

I beleive I have not said that the milk man was cut in the chin by a
piece of a bottle.

"Ten, then," said my friend in need.

When it was all over, and I had given two dollars to the old woman who
had been in the milk wagon and was knocked out although only bruized, I
went on, thinking no more about the Stranger, and almost running into my
father, who did not see me.

That afternoon I realized that I must face the state of afairs, and I
added up the Checks I had made out. Ye gods! Of all my Money there now
remaind for the ensuing year but two hundred and twenty nine dollars and
forty five cents.

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 punish