Andrew, whispering to a salesman, asked the price of a great cooking-stove at which Ellen looked long.

When he heard the amount he sighed.
Fanny touched his arm comfortingly.

"There would be no sense in your buying that, if you had all the money in creation," she said, in a hushed voice.

"There's a twenty-five-cent one that's good enough.
I'm going to buy that for her to-morrow.

She'll never know the difference." But Andrew Brewster, nevertheless, went through the great, dazzling shop with his heart full of bitterness.