"Is your sister sick?"
"Yes. She has taken a fancy to an orange, and I want her to have one, but—it is extravagant for one in my circumstances to pay a nickel for one."
"Would you mind," said the little woman, hesitatingly, "would you mind if I sent an orange to your sister?"
Rupert hesitated. He was proud, but not foolishly so, and he saw that the offer was meant in kindness.
"I should say it was very kind in you," he said, candidly.
The little woman nodded contentedly, and spoke a low word to the Italian.
He selected four oranges and put them in a paper bag.
"But that is too many," expostulated Rupert.
"No," answered the little woman, with a smile. "Keep the rest for to-morrow," and before Rupert had a chance to thank her she had paid Nicolo and was hurrying down the street.