"I say, Greaves," turning to the ganger, "yonder little woman is plucky, if you like. There's not many who would have won that lot of fellows as she has done this afternoon. And didn't she hold them! I never heard or saw anything like it in my life before. What brought her here, do you suppose?"
Greaves muttered something about not knowing.
"There's no money in it, that's certain; and it cannot be for popularity among her set, for I should think a good many folks would blame her for it."
"I know what my missis would say there was in it," the ganger plucked up courage enough to say.
"And what's that?" still with eyes fixed on the tricycle, held on either side the handle-bar by Dick and the fresh addition to the party.
"She'd say as how it was to please God."
"H'm." Then turning sharply round to the ganger, he exclaimed, "I say, Greaves; do you profess to be religious?"
The ganger grew very red. "Not like she is," pointing towards Phebe.
"I thought not. If you had, it would have come out before now. Well, I shall not soon forget that little woman."