Jill got hot and indignant at once.
"You greedy, wicked boy, after your vow too. Remember Ananias and Sapphira!"
"But they took the money; I haven't."
"No, but you're almost wishing to!"
"I'm not," said Jack sullenly.
"What's the matter, my boy?" asked an old lady, who was sitting on a sheltered seat on the beach, and who had overheard a part of this conversation.
"We want a donkey ride," said Jack bluntly; "and we haven't got enough money."
The old lady quietly drew out a rusty black bag from her pocket.
"I used to like donkey rides when I was a little girl," she said, "so I'll treat you to one. Where would you like to go?"
The children could hardly believe their ears. But Jill's one thought came uppermost at once.