"But you wouldn't do it, Prin?"
"Of course not, you stupid! I only said it to show how little she sets by them. I believe anybody might take them, and she not miss them."
Bert shook his head with an expressive grimace. He did not believe in any one holding jewels so lightly. But the thought was quickly effaced by more personal considerations. He looked wistfully at his sister, and said, with a tremor in his voice,—
"Don't you want to know nothing about me, Prin? Have you forgotten Jubilee Day?"
"What about it?" she asked, with a fine air of unconsciousness.
"Didn't you see me running after the carriage? Didn't you know I was knocked down?"
"Oh, was that you, and were you hurt?" asked Prin. "I saw there was a crowd, but I could not see much for the dust. Were you badly hurt?"
Bert began to talk of his experiences in the hospital. Prin listened with ill-concealed impatience. When he went on to tell the story of Mr. Corney and his sister, she quickly interrupted him.
"Oh, don't talk of that horrid Mrs. Kay! Of course she'll always drink. I guess her brother 'll wish he had never found her."
"Oh no," cried Bert, "he is very glad. He wants to save her. People can be saved from evil, Prin."