On the following day, quite late in the evening, Margot's little brown face peeped round the shabby door of the study, where Uncle Jacko was preparing his Sunday sermon.
Margot gave a cry of joy and flung herself into his arms.
"Why, then, by the powers! isn't this too joyful altogether?" exclaimed Uncle Jacko.
"Yes," said Margot, "Phinias brought me. You'll keep him for to-night, and he'll go back to-morrow. Uncle Jacko, is Aunt Priscilla about?"
"No, thank the Lord. She's gone missioning to Manchester."
"I don't know what that is," said little Margot.
"It's good work, very good work. She's a good woman," said Uncle Jacko.
"Then we'll be alone?"
"We will so, my bonny bird."