“Here’s your money!”
Sophia Jane looked up from her book, which Susan now saw to be a French grammar, and said, holding out her hand:
“Give it to me.”
“You ought to say ‘Thank you,’” remarked Susan in the reproving voice she often used to her companion.
Sophia Jane counted the coins carefully, going twice through the pennies to be sure there were the right number. Then she said shortly:
“It’s all right.”
“Of course it’s right!” cried Susan indignantly. But it was not of the least use to be angry with Sophia Jane; she was now dropping the pieces of money one by one into her pocket with a thoughtful air, and seemed hardly to know that Susan was there. The latter waited a moment and then said:
“Shall I ask Aunt Hannah if we may go to Miss Powter’s this afternoon?”
“What for?” asked Sophia Jane.
“What for!” repeated Jane in extreme astonishment. “Why, of course, now you’ve got the money, you’ll go and buy the head.”