Sam scratched his head.
"I'll make the board, missy, but I can't promise to jine you."
"Well, make it as quick as you can, and if you read about Jacob like Miss Falkner and us, you'll want to do it too!"
Sam did not respond, but he promised to make the board, and the children, hearing their tea-bell ring, ran off to the house.
They did not tell Miss Falkner of their afternoon's performance, though Bumps was sadly wanting to do so. After tea their governess sat down to write a letter, and told them to amuse themselves quietly.
Jill gathered her forces into a corner of the room.
"Now then," she said; "have you got your money?"
"Yes," replied Jack, shaking out his pockets; "here is all mine, but it's precious little! Here's a threepenny bit and a sixpence and two pennies. How am I to get a tenth out of it? It's as bad as sums."
Jill took the money spread it out on the floor, and then sat down in front of it to consider it, with a face as grave as a judge's.
"You have eleven pennies," she said; "take one away, and that leaves ten; take a penny out of that, and that's your tenth."