morning,
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This once settled in her mind she felt more cheerful , but the walk was dull with no one but Margaretta to talk to , the open tarts at Buzzard 's had lost their flavour , and she was not at all sorry to get home . To do Sophia Jane justice she was quite ready to meet Susan 's advances in a friendly spirit , and did not seem disposed to bear malice . The little girls played together as usual , and Susan , true to her resolution , made not the smallest reference to the half-crown , but this silence made her think of it all the more . It was , indeed , seldom out of her mind , and every day her curiosity grew more intense ; morning , noon , and night she wondered about that half-crown , and at last her head was so full of it that she mixed it up with everything she did in lessons or play-time . And at last , one day when she and Sophia Jane were reading aloud to Aunt Hannah , a new idea , and she thought a very good one , was suggested to her . In the lesson there happened to be an account of a miser , who lived in a wretched hovel , went without sufficient clothing , and almost starved himself for the sake of hoarding money ; everyone thought him poor , but after his death it was found that he had lots of gold and silver coins hidden away in the mattress of his bed . `` What makes people misers ? ''