"And how many of these are for me?"
"Five."
She pawed at the coins till they were well under her palm.
"I'll call her down; will that do?"
"Yes."
"She may not be just right."
"No matter."
"She may be all right herself and not think you so."
"I'll risk that, too."
"Then stand near the stove so she won't see you when she first comes in. She wouldn't stay a minute if she did."