My dears, he has more tin than he knows what to do with; but do you think I am going to have the poor old dear worried? When I was coming here he said, Polly, you shall have thirty pounds every term to spend as pocket money; not a penny more, not a penny less. And you must keep out of debt on it; mind that, Polly Singleton.’ I gave the dear old dad a hug. He’s the image of me-- only with redder hair and more freckles. And I said, I’ll do my best, dad, and, anyhow, you sha’n’t be put out whatever happens.’
