"He is almost too small for our parties, Cousin Antony."
"Not a bit," said the limping cousin, stoically. "We couldn't get on without him, could we, old chap?"
But the old chap didn't answer, for he had fallen asleep as soon as his head touched his cousin's shoulder.
When Fairfax left them at their door, he was surprised at Bella's melancholy. She held out to him the sticky remnant of the roll of lozenges.
"Please take it. I shouldn't be allowed to eat it."
"But what on earth's the matter?" he asked.
"Never mind," she said heroically, "you don't have to bear it. You're Episcopalian; but I've got to tell!" She sighed heavily. "I don't care; it was worth it!"
As the door clicked behind the children, Fairfax laughed.
"What a little trump she is! She thinks the game is worth the candle!"