"Three shillings," she replied boldly.
"That's all I've got."
"That'll do, then," she said; "I want it so badly."
"Yes, but——"
Not heeding his protests, she stole into the room and began to dance to the organ, as she had seen the poor children do in the streets, her little bare feet twirling up slowly and descending with measured steps on to the soft carpet.
"Oh, I say!" soon exclaimed Wilfrid with dissatisfaction; "my sister Norah can dance better than that, for nothing!"
Nevertheless, he felt bound to empty his money-box into the hand she now held out.
Solemnly she made him a little bob of a curtsey. Then she began to caper about the room in a very different sort of spirit. And then, catching hold of the astonished boy round the neck, she kissed him.
"Hi! Shurrup!" cried Wilfrid, disengaging himself and looking sheepish.
"Oh, you April goose!" sang Norah; "April goose—you're an April goose, Master Wilfrid!" And she uncovered her head and shook back her curls.