"Is she? Then more fool her!"
Elsie extinguished the light, shut the door and descended the stairs, wondering what brilliant people, clever people, people of resource and brains, would have done in her place.
When Miss Raste came back with the taxi in the gathering night, having accomplished a marvellous Odyssey and pretending grandly that what she had done was nothing at all, it was Elsie who blushed in confusion.
"I can't get him to go to the hospital, Miss Raste. No, I can't!"
"Oh!" observed Miss Raste uncertainly. "Well, shall I tell papa that?"
"Yes, please.... Do what I will!"
"I'm afraid the taxi will have to be paid. I've left Jack in it. He's so naughty. A shilling I saw on the dial. But, of course, there's the tip."
Elsie hurried upstairs to her own room and brought down one and twopence of her own money. Another minute and she had locked herself up alone once again with her master.