"Please do, and then show me on a fresh leaf how to make mine
look nice and ship-shape as yours do."

As Rose stood by him watching the ease with which he quickly
brought order out of chaos, she privately resolved to hunt up her
old arithmetic and perfect herself in the four first rules, with a
good tug at fractions, before she read any more fairy tales.

"Am I a rich girl, uncle?" she asked suddenly, as he was copying a
column of figures.

"Rather a poor one, I should say, since you had to borrow a
ninepence."

"That was your fault, because you forgot my pocket-money. But,
really, shall I be rich by and by?"

"I am afraid you will."

"Why afraid, uncle?"

"Too much money is a bad thing."

"But I can give it away, you know; that is always the pleasantest
part of having it I think."

"I'm glad you feel so, for you can do much good with your fortune
if you know how to use it well."

"You shall teach me, and when I am a woman we will set up a