Meanwhile, their coming meant wealth to ’Possum. When she worked for them, using her father’s horses, she carefully handed half her day’s pay to Nick; but on the days when she jogged over on her own old grey and used only her own muscles, the money went to swell her little account in the Savings Bank—the only building in the township that she was supposed to enter with pleasure. The account had grown but slowly before the Macleods came; now it was swelling in the most delightful fashion.