And then they rose and formed their little plans.
Triplet was for devoting four-fifths to charity, and living like a prince on the remainder.

But Mrs.Triplet thought the poor were entitled to no more than two-thirds, and they themselves ought to bask in a third, to make up for what they had gone through; and then suddenly she sighed, and burst into tears.

"Lucy! Lucy!" sobbed she.
Yes, reader, God had taken little Lucy! And her mother cried to think all this wealth and comfort had come too late for her darling child.
"Do not cry.

Lucy is richer, a thousand times, than you are, with your twenty thousand pounds." Their good resolutions were carried out, for a wonder.

Triplet lived for years, the benefactor of all the loose fish that swim in and round theaters; and, indeed, the unfortunate seldom appealed to him in vain.
He now predominated over the arts, instead of climbing them.