"Yes, I would," she said, slowly. "I've hidden the pieces away and nobody knows it is broken."
"That isn't like you," Hollis returned, disappointedly.
"Oh, I didn't do it to deceive; I couldn't. I didn't want her to be sorry about it until I could see what I could do to replace it"
"That sounds better."
Marjorie felt very much as if he had been finding fault with her.
"Will you have to pay for it?"
"Not if mother gives it to me, but perhaps I shall exact some return from you."
She met his grave eyes fully before she spoke. "Well, I'll give you all I can earn. I have only seventy-three cents; father gives me one tenth of the eggs for hunting them and feeding the chickens, and I take them to the store. That's the only way I can earn money," she said in her sweet half-abashed voice.
A picture of Helen taking eggs to "the store" flashed upon Hollis' vision; he smiled and looked down upon his little companion with benignant eyes.
"I could give you all I have and send you the rest. Couldn't I?" she asked.