"The toy-shop?"
"Yes, to spend a shilling for me, on something that a certain little girl would like to have for her own."
"O mother! You darling!" And Josie gave her an enthusiastic hug, returning to the seam vigorously. "I'm going to work ever so hard now, and I shall soon finish."
"I should like to see you doing as much to please me, Josie, as you will do for the sake of a shilling."
"Oh, but indeed, it isn't that I don't want to please you, only—only—" Josie paused, in perplexity how to wind up,—"only it is so hard. But, mother, do you think Leveson needed to do that—about his microscope?"
"I can't judge for Leveson."
"Because he gives ever so much away. And I wanted to see the microscope."
"That is a reason which I suspect weighed more with Leveson than any wish to have it himself. But I suppose he thought his poor people needed help, even more than you needed to see a magnified needle or cheese-mite."
Josie made no answer, and worked steadily for a while. Suddenly she sprang up with a shout—
"It's done—quite done. Isn't that good? And now may I—?"