Then she went up the ladder, lamp in hand, and came down again, and glided about and about, making a little bundle.

Lastly, from her pocket, and from the chimney-piece, and from an inverted basin on the highest shelf she brought halfpence, a few sixpences, fewer shillings, and fell to laboriously and noiselessly counting them, and setting aside one little heap.

She was still so engaged, when she was startled by: 'Hal-loa!' From her brother, sitting up in bed.
'You made me jump, Charley.' 'Jump! Didn't you make ME jump, when I opened my eyes a moment ago, and saw you sitting there, like the ghost of a girl miser, in the dead of the night.' 'It's not the dead of the night, Charley.

It's nigh six in the morning.' 'Is it though?
But what are you up to, Liz ?' 'Still telling your fortune, Charley.' 'It seems to be a precious small one, if that's it,' said the boy.

'What are you putting that little pile of money by itself for ?' 'For you, Charley.' 'What do you mean ?' 'Get out of bed, Charley, and get washed and dressed, and then I'll tell you.' Her composed manner, and her low distinct voice, always had an influence over him.