“Thank you.”
“Thank you—what?”
“Thank you, ma'am.”
“That's right. Now run away and play a nice game in the orchard.”
The three turned immediately and went. A sound of whispering rose busily outside. Frances Freeland, glancing through the window, saw them unlatching the wicket gate. Sudden alarm seized her. She put out her head and called. Biddy came back.
“You mustn't spend them all at once.”
Biddy shook her head.
“No. Once we had a shillin', and we were sick. We're goin' to spend three pennies out of one shillin' every day, till they're gone.”
“And aren't you going to put any by for a rainy day?”
“No.”