“Good for you, Phil.  I didn’t think you could do so well as that.”

It took nearly two weeks of all our spare time, with Mamie Sue, when she could escape Belle, helping and Tony occasionally, to get the Satterwhites settled in their luxury; and then I decided to ask them both seriously and separately if there was another desire of their hearts left ungratified.

“Well,” said Mr. Satterwhite, as he stretched his feet in his new velvet slippers that matched the carpet in that room, “I’d like a nice, new Methody hymn-book to be put on the table for the old lady to read outen on Sunday evenings.”

It was a glorious thing to think that Father’s money, ill-gotten as it is, could settle the church society quarrel; and I was so delighted that I am afraid I showed excitement when I went into the kitchen to ask Mrs. Satterwhite what she would like best now that the needs were all satisfied.

“Miss Phyllis, child, there is only one thing on earth I can think of to want.  I would like to have a year’s subscription to the Presbyterian Observer to read to Pa on Sunday nights, like I used to when we was young and strong and working enough to afford the two dollars.”  Remember, leather Louise, he is the Presbyterian and she is the Methodist, so this was permanent reconciliation.

My emotions are such that I can’t write further about this incident, but I wish I could picture Father’s face when I told him about it, ’though still he wasn’t satisfied and said spend some more.  How could I in a place where everybody had what they wanted and money is not needed to make them enjoy life?

My trouble was serious and I have had to confess to Roxanne about it.

“I wish I could give all the girls and boys in the class a nice present for some reason I haven’t got,” I said wistfully.  “To Belle especially, for she has been so pleasantly not unpleasant to me for the last two weeks.”

“Yes, it is a pity, if you have to spend all that money in getting other people what they want, that you can’t get Belle’s permanent pleasantness.  It is something that would do us all good,” answered Roxanne, with the sympathy that I always find in her.

“Friendship that you have to buy would not be very valuable, generally speaking,” I answered, as I shook my brain for a plan.  “But on the other hand,” I continued, “some people can see friendship in the form of a present when they can’t feel it from the heart.  Belle is that kind, and that is not my fault.  What I want to find is a ’tie to bind her’—­speaking hymnally.”

“Yes, you are right, Phyllis,” answered Roxanne thoughtfully, as she and I both began to sew some little hand-made tucks that are to trim the waist of the lovely blue muslin that Roxanne bought herself, to our great joy.  “I do wish we could think up something that would make Belle understand how you appreciate her and—­”