"Ah, there comes the carriage.

I am going home with you, Katy, to see your mother." "You are very kind, Miss Grace." "Here is the money," added Mrs.Gordon, handing her a little roll of bills.
"Thank you, ma'am," replied Katy, as she placed the money in her porte-monnaie.

"But----" Here she came to a full stop, and her face was as crimson as a blush rose, but she took out the silver watch, and approached Mrs.Gordon.
"What were you going to say, Katy ?" "I brought this watch up," stammered she.
"What for ?" "You know I am a poor girl, my mother is a poor woman, and we didn't want you to think you were giving us the money, for we are very proud; that is, my mother is very proud, and so am I; and----" Here Katy drew a long breath, and came to a full stop again, unable to say what she wanted to say.
"If you want anything else, Katy, don't hesitate to mention it; for I will not do anything to mortify your pride, even if it is unreasonable," said Mrs.Gordon.

"I understand you perfectly; the twenty dollars is not a gift, but a loan." "Yes, ma'am; but if we should never be able to pay it, then it would be a gift." "No, it wouldn't." "I think so; and so I brought this watch, which you will please to take as security for the payment of the loan," said Katy, much confused, as she offered the watch to Mrs.Gordon.
"My dear child, I do not want any security.

Your word is just as good as your bond." "But I would rather you would take it.