What was that compared with four hundred?
Trina told herself that she must have her money in hand.

She longed to see again the heap of it upon her work-table, where she could plunge her hands into it, her face into it, feeling the cool, smooth metal upon her cheeks.

At such moments she would see in her imagination her wonderful five thousand dollars piled in columns, shining and gleaming somewhere at the bottom of Uncle Oelbermann's vault.

She would look at the paper that Uncle Oelbermann had given her, and tell herself that it represented five thousand dollars.

But in the end this ceased to satisfy her, she must have the money itself.