I think this, too. My mother does not know how much clothes and
other things, such as manacuring, cost these days. She merely
charges things and my father gets the bills. Nor do I consider
it fair to expect me to atend Social Functions and present a
good appearence on a small Allowence, when I would often prefer
a simple game of tennis or to lie in a hammick, or to converce
with some one I am interested in, of the Other Sex.
It was mother who said a Thousand dollars a year and no
extras. But I must confess that to me, after ten dollars a month
at school, it seemed a large sum. I had but just returned for
the summer holadays, and the Familey was having a counsel about
me. They always have a counsel when I come home, and mother
makes a list, begining with the Dentist.
"I should make it a Thousand," she said to father. "The
chiid is in shameful condition. She is never still, and she
fidgits right through her clothes."
"Very well," said father, and got his Check Book. "That is
$83.33 1/3 cents a month. Make it thirty four cents. But no
bills, Barbara."
"And no extras," my mother observed, in a stern tone.
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