You might buy one article each day, so that there will be some purpose in your walks into Tours.
"I am sorry that I can not be with you on Thanksgiving Day.
We will have to drop it from our calendar this year; not the thanksgiving itself, but the turkey and mince pie part.
Suppose you take a few francs to give yourself some little treat to mark the day.

I hope my dear little girl will not be homesick all by herself.

I never should have left just at this time if it had not been very necessary." Joyce smoothed out the bank-note and looked at it with sparkling eyes.
Twenty whole francs! The same as four dollars! All the money that she had ever had in her whole life put together would not have amounted to that much.

Dimes were scarce in the little brown house, and even pennies seldom found their way into the children's hands when five pairs of little feet were always needing shoes, and five healthy appetites must be satisfied daily.
All the time that Joyce was pinning her treasure securely in her pocket and putting on her hat and jacket, all the time that she was walking demurely down the road with Marie, she was planning different ways in which to spend her fortune.
"Mademoiselle is very quiet," ventured Marie, remembering that one of her duties was to keep up an improving conversation with her little mistress.
"Yes," answered Joyce, half impatiently; "I've got something so lovely to think about, that I'd like to go back and sit down in the garden and just think and think until dark, without being interrupted by anybody." This was Marie's opportunity.

"Then mademoiselle might not object to stopping in the garden of the villa which we are now approaching," she said.