"That's stealing," Elizabeth said.
"You can't steal from your mother," Nannie defended her brother.
"I'll marry you, Elizabeth," Blair said, with sudden enthusiastic decision.
But David demurred: "I think I'd like Elizabeth. I'm not sure I want to marry Nannie."
"You said Nannie's hair was the longest, only yesterday!" Blair said, angrily.
"But I like Elizabeth's color of hair. Nannie, do you think I'd like you to marry best, or Elizabeth?"
"I don't believe the color of hair makes any difference in being married," Nannie said, kindly. "And anyway, you'll have to marry me, David, 'cause Blair can't. He's my brother."
"He's only your half-brother," David pointed out.
"You can have Nannie," said Blair, "or you can stay out of the play."
"Well, I'll marry Nannie," David said, sadly; and Blair proceeded to elaborate the scheme. It was very simple: the money in Mrs. Maitland's cash-box would pay their fare to—"Oh, anywhere," Blair said, then hesitated: "The only thing is, how'll we get it?"