angry,” said Donald, a trifle dismayed, but still firm. “She laughed a little, and she said I was a kind, kind little darling thing. And I was!”—stoutly. “It was my whole sixpence.”
Janet and Nora exchanged glances.
“A beggar girl would never have said that,” decided Janet. “She would have said, `Thank yer kindly, little gentleman— thank yer, sir;’ and perhaps she would have bobbed a curtsy.”
Sara knew nothing about the fact, but from that time the Large Family was as profoundly interested in
seemed to be a disparagement of her best patron and was a liberty.
Even solicitors had no right to take liberties.
“I beg your pardon, Mr. Barrow,” she said stiffly. “I do not understand.”
“Birthday presents,” said Mr. Barrow in the same critical manner, “to a child eleven years old! Mad extravagance,