'Yes,' said Dick; 'I'll go now.'
'No, not now,' said Kitty clinging to his sleeve. 'She says have your dinner an' then go. An' oh, Dickie, she's been crying, an' she's all white, an'—an'—' At this the little messenger began to cry too.
'Is she?' said Dick, sadly. 'When my mine turns out rich I'm goin' to give her a fortune.'
'Oh, are you, Dickie?' said Kitty, beaming through her tears.
'Yes,' answered he gravely; 'and then she'll marry Harry Hardy an' be happy ever after.'
'My, that will be nice,' murmured Kitty, much comforted.
'You ain't a bad little girl.' He felt called upon to reward her. 'You can walk as far as the fence with me if you like.'
Kitty was properly grateful, and they walked together to the furze-covered fence.
'Please don't tell anyone you're going to see her, Miss Christina says,' whispered Kitty, at parting.
'Right y'are,' Dick said, delighted with the mystery. 'I say, Kitty, I think p'raps I'll give you a fortune too.'