Elfie flounced herself over, pulling all the bed-clothes off Susie. "You're always talking about that," she said crossly.
Susie did not know what to say, and she felt so hurt that she burst into tears.
For a few minutes Elfie lay quite still; but at length she turned round and put the clothes over Susie's shoulders, saying, "There, don't cry, Susie. I'm such a wretch. I'll go away to-morrow."
But Susie's tears only fell the faster. "O Elfie, what have I done? I'm so sorry I spent the sixpence; but don't go away to-morrow, and I'll work and get you another." And she threw her arms round her companion's neck, and kissed her.
Elfie was crying too now. "I'd better go away, Susie," she said. "I'm a bad, wicked girl, and you'd better not love me any more."
"But I do love you," sobbed Susie. "O Elfie, don't go away and leave me!"
"But you can't love me now, Susie! I hit you this afternoon," said Elfie through her tears.
"I made you cross first. O Elfie, I did not think you wanted that sixpence for anything, and it was greedy of me to spend it!"
"No, it wasn't," said Elfie; "but don't talk about that any more. I want to forget all about it."
"Why?" asked Susie. "I like to think how I get my money, 'specially when somebody's kind, like the landlord was to-day. Don't you think it was God put it into his heart to give me fourpence, and not be cross about the rent?"