"Well, come on then," she said. "Go and sit down at one of them tables and I'll fetch you something."
Betty ran to the door and called "John," in an ecstatic tone, "come on."
Then the two of them chose a table and sat down.
"Not porridge, please," called Betty to the girl. "Just cakes and things, and lemonade instead of tea. I'll pay the bill."
But John brought out his shilling.
"I'll pay for myself," he said grimly, "and I'll pay you back the penny I owe you, too."
CHAPTER XVIII
ALMA'S SHILLING
By ten o'clock Betty had made another shilling, having caught the workers of the city as they were going to their day's toil.