"That is true enough, miss. I should be ashamed to act like him."
"What is your little sister's name?"
"Grace."
"Why, that is my name. She is a namesake of mine."
"Then I hope she will be like her namesake," said Paul, gallantly.
"I see you are old enough to pay compliments," said the young lady, smiling. "Do you know what I feel like doing?"
"No."
"I am going to send a gift to my namesake. Here;" and, opening her purse once more, she drew from it a two dollar and a half gold piece, and put it into Paul's hand.
"Do you really mean this for Grace?" asked the boy, almost incredulous.
"Certainly."