"Nothing, grandmamma," sobbed out Cecille; "I was only grieved because I had no more money to bring you to-day."
"My dear child! I am ashamed of you, Cecille. You should have been more thankful for this, which will pay Mrs. Daly, and we owe no one else."
"I know it, grandmamma. Besides, Clara will pay me next week when her father comes for her, and that is a very little while to wait."
"And what made you grieve so unreasonably, Cecille?"
Cecille looked at me with a half smile as she answered, "Because I wanted that money just to-day very much, grandmamma."
"And why just to-day, Cecille?"
"Ah, grandmamma! that is a secret," and Cecille now laughed with as much glee as if she had never cried in her life.
The old lady laughed too; but she said, "Take care, Cecille,—it is not well for little girls to have secrets from their grandmammas."
"This is a very harmless secret," said I.
Madame L'Estrange looked at me with some surprise as she said, "You know it then?"