Myra without more ado pushed open the gate and went up the path to the house. In less than two minutes she was back again.
"Come down."
"Shan't."
"Very well. I'm going to Zacchæus you."
"What's that in your hand?"
"It's grandfather's powder-flask; and I've a box of matches, too."
CHAPTER XIV.
MR. SAM IS MAGNANIMOUS.
Hester's cupboard contained a small case of plasters, lint, ointments, etc., for childish cuts and bruises. She despatched a couple of boys to the playground pump to fetch water, and then glanced at Mrs. Purchase interrogatively.