"She will if you pay up."
"Yes, but I can't! I gave her the last cent I had!" Her voice quivered.
Doodles took out his purse and counted over his change.
"No, you're not going to pay it!" she cried. "I shan't let you!"
"I'm afraid I haven't enough," smiled the lad ruefully—"only sixty-seven cents."
"I owe a dollar and a quarter," she admitted.
"Blue can pay it when he comes for the things," returned the boy, dismissing with a careless "That's nothing!" the little woman's protest.
Miss Lily looked around for the last time with a cheerful smile.
"Somehow I can't feel as bad to go home with you as I know I ought to," she said, "only I hate to have you and your folks do so much for me—and I such a stranger, too!"
"No, you're a friend," Doodles corrected.