Lady Ryehampton accepted the suggestion.
Having set her employer's hand to the plow, Miss Hendersyde saw to it that she did not draw it back.

Lady Ryehampton would spend money on cats, but she could not be hurried in the spending of it.

But Miss Hendersyde kept referring to the Terror's enterprise all that day and the next morning, with the result that on the next afternoon Lady Ryehampton signed the check for thirty pounds.

At Miss Hendersyde's suggestion she drew the money in cash; and Miss Hendersyde turned it into postal orders, for there is no bank at Little Deeping.
On the third morning the registered letter reached Colet House.

The excited Erebus, who had been watching for the postman, received it from him, signed the receipt with trembling fingers, and dashed off with the precious packet to the Terror in the orchard.
The Terror took it from her with flawless serenity and opened it slowly.
But as he counted the postal orders, a faint flush covered his face; and he said in a somewhat breathless tone: "Thirty pounds--well!" Erebus executed a short but Bacchic dance which she invented on the spur of that marvelous moment.
"It's splendid--splendid!" she cried.