"Golly!" she observed in bell-like tones. "The Devil has put in a ten-pound note!"
CHAPTER FIVE.
A SABBATH-DAY'S JOURNEY.
The Rectory children, washed and combed for Sunday dinner, sat at ease in the old nursery—promoted to schoolroom since Tony went into knickerbockers—and discussed the munificent stranger of the morning.
Their interest in his movements and identity had been heightened by the fact that after service was over he had proceeded to the right instead of the left on leaving the Kirkley Abbey pew, and, turning his broad back upon an undisguisedly interested congregation, had stalked up the chancel and disappeared through the door leading to the vestry.
"I wonder what he went for," said Cilly for the third time.
"Perhaps he was going to give Dad more banknotes," suggested the optimistic Stiffy.
"More likely going to ask for change out of the first one," rejoined Ally, the cynic.
"I expect he was going to complain about you making faces at him through the curtain, Nicky," coldly observed Cilly, who had not yet forgiven her small sister's innuendoes on the subject of Mr Robert Gill.