But on Friday she
could not remember where she had hidden the note; "never mind," she
consoled herself, "it will occur to me all of a sudden."
As that night Hugh cast off his silk hat and his frock coat, he shouted:
"Got the money all tightly?"
"Yes," replied Millie quickly. "As safe as in the Bank of England."
"Can't be safer than that. Keep him close to you and tell no one. Paper
money has funny ways." Hugh then prophesied that in a year his wealth in
a mass would be fifty pounds.
"With ordinary luck, and I'm sure you desire it because you're always at
it, it will," Millie agreed.
"No luck about it. No stop to me. We've nothing to purchase. And you
don't. At home you are, with food and clothes and a ceyling above you.
Kings don't want many more."
"Yes," said Millie. "No."
Weeks passed and Millie was concerned that she could not find the note,
tried she never so hard. At the side of her bed she entreated to be led
to it, and in the day she often paused and closing her eyes prayed:
"Almighty Father, bring it to me."
The last Friday of the quarter Hugh divided his money in lots, and it
was that he had eleven pounds over his debts.
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