"I knew I was in for a long siege of sickness, but I was sure there was enough to tide us over that." She raised her head.

"You brought money home!" she replied, in surprise.
"I hoped you had, and looked through all your things, but there was only a little change in one of your pockets.

You must have imagined it when you were delirious." "What!" he cried, sitting bolt upright, and then sinking weakly back among the pillows.

"You poor child! You don't mean to tell me you have been skimping along all these weeks on just that check I sent you before starting home ?" "Yes," she sobbed, her face still buried in the pillow.

She had borne the strain of continued anxiety so long that she could not stop her tears, now they had once started.
It was with a very thankful heart she watched him take a pack of letters from the coat she brought to his bedside, and draw out a sealed envelope.
"Well, I never once thought of looking among those letters for money," she exclaimed, as he held it up with a smile.
His investments of the summer before had prospered beyond his greatest hopes, he told her.