"All right," said Rosy; "only I don't suppose I dare come again. Can't you get it for me anyhow? Great-aunt has always a lot of change, I know."
Christian considered, and then she went into the schoolroom. Her purse containing her treasure was in her own private desk, and that desk stood on a little round table near one of the windows. It was always kept locked, and Christian kept the key fastened on to her watch-chain. She unlocked the desk now and took out the purse. The night before she had deposited the new sovereign with its seven companions. She looked sadly at her little store. It seemed a pity to break it. But, after all, Rosy's request was reasonable; Judith Ford could not be expected to get a room for them without money.
Both nurse and Miss Thompson were in the room, and they looked attentively at Christian as she entered.
"Well, Miss Christian," said nurse, "has Rosy made herself scarce? Quite time for her to do it, little puss!"
"Yes, Christian, you really must go to bed now," said Miss Thompson.
Christian colored. "I want to change this," she said, and she laid the sovereign on the table.
"Whatever for, my pet?" said nurse.
"It is for Rosy; I want——"
"No; nothing of the kind," said nurse—"nothing of the kind! I'm not going to have my great-niece taking presents from you, Miss Christian; and money, too, forsooth! Just like the brass of that little thing! But I'll soon——"