But what a difference it made in the appearance and weight of the little chamois bag! The bag was shrunken and withered, long wrinkles appeared running downward from the draw-string.

It was a lamentable sight.

Trina looked longingly at the ten broad pieces in her hand.

Then suddenly all her intuitive desire of saving, her instinct of hoarding, her love of money for the money's sake, rose strong within her.
"No, no, no," she said.

"I can't do it.