"
"Hoh!" exclaimed McTeague. "Hoh! I guess you got nearer a hundred AN'
fifty. That's what I guess YOU got."
"I've NOT, I've NOT," declared Trina, "and you know I've not. I wish
mamma hadn't asked me for any money. Why can't she be a little more
economical? I manage all right. No, no, I can't possibly afford to send
her fifty."
"Oh, pshaw! What WILL you do, then?" grumbled her husband.
"I'll send her twenty-five this month, and tell her I'll send the rest
as soon as I can afford it."
"Trina, you're a regular little miser," said McTeague.
"I don't care," answered Trina, beginning to laugh. "I guess I am, but I
can't help it, and it's a good fault."
Trina put off sending this money for a couple of weeks, and her mother
made no mention of it in her next letter. "Oh, I guess if she wants
it so bad," said Trina, "she'll speak about it again." So she again
postponed the sending of it. Day by day she put it off. When her mother
asked her for it a second time, it seemed harder than ever for Trina to
part with even half the sum requested. She answered her mother, telling
her that they were very hard up themselves for that month, but that she
would send down the amount in a few weeks.
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