“If there ever was,” put in Nancy, “anyone I hated, it was that stupid Ethelwyn.”
“You oughtn’t to say that, Nancy,” said Pennie reprovingly. “You know mother doesn’t like you to say you hate people.”
“Well, I won’t say so, then; but I did all the same, and so did you at last.”
“Will anyone agree to the plan?” asked Pennie dejectedly, for she felt that the proposal had been a failure. To her surprise David turned round from the row of hutches.
“I will,” he said, “because she was so kind once, but I can’t give it every week. I’ll give it when I don’t want it very much for something else.”
Ambrose remained silent a little while. He was rather vexed that David had made this offer before he had spoken himself, for he did not like his younger brother to take the lead.
“I don’t call that much of a sacrifice,” he said at length. “I shall give some every week.”
Dickie had listened to all this without any clear idea as to what it meant, but she could not bear to be left out of any scheme, and she now said firmly:
“Me will too.”
Her offer was received with laughter.