"You will stop to admire every pretty thing in every one of the Cliverton shop-windows; I shall hand you the purse, and you will go in and buy.

When we have reached home again, and you have h ad time to get tired of your purchases, you will clasp your hands in amazement, and declare that you are quite shocked at my habits of inveterate extravagance.

I am only the banker who keeps the money; you, my love, are the spendthrift who throws it all away!" "Am I, sir ?" said Mrs.Knifton, with a look of mock indignation.

"We will see if I am to be misrepresented in this way with impunity.
Bessie, my dear" (turning to me), "you shall judge how far I deserve the character which that unscrupulous man has just given to me.

_I_ am the spendthrift, am I?
And you are only the banker?
Very well.