"It's éclairs, four beautiful chocolate éclairs," she explained joyfully, "and the nice little girl downstairs has sent them to us.
"She just bought them too, for I heard her mother asking her at the baker's whether it was to be éclairs or macaroons, and she said éclairs. Wasn't it kind of her to send them? You do like chocolate éclairs very much, don't you, Jack, dear?"
"I love them," said Jack heartily, "but, Betty, do you suppose mother would like it?"
Betty's bright face clouded, but only for a moment.
"I don't believe she'd mind," she said with decision. "You see, things to eat aren't like money, and I think it would be rude not to take them when the little girl was so kind."
Jack acquiesced in this view of the matter, and the two children were soon in the full enjoyment of their unexpected treat.
"Her name is Hamilton, Winifred Hamilton," remarked Betty, poising a delicious morsel on her fork as she spoke, "and she knows my name too. The maid asked if I wasn't Miss Betty Randall. She is such a pretty little girl, Jack; her hair is all fluffy and crimpy round her face, and she's got beautiful eyes."
"I wish I could see her," said Jack wistfully; "do you suppose she would come up here if you asked her?"
"I shouldn't wonder," said Betty hopefully; "she said she was very much interested in cripples."
Jack made an impatient movement, and a look of pain crossed his face.