"Oh, I wish I could have been a peacemaker too, like him," she sighed, "and then Mr. Burnham might have preached about me. Perhaps I will when I grow up."
For next to Saint Catherine of Siena, the Provost was her ideal of a peacemaker.
As they walked homeward, Mr. Burnham came and touched Prissy on the shoulder.
"Money cannot buy love," he said, somewhat sententiously, "but you, my dear, win it by loving actions."
He turned to Toady Lion, who was trotting along somewhat sulkily, holding his sister's hand, and grumbling because he was not allowed to chase butterflies on Sunday.
"Arthur George," said Mr. Burnham, "if anybody was to give you a piece of money and say, 'Will you love me for half-a-crown,' you couldn't do it, could you?"
"Could just, though!" contradicted Toady Lion flatly, kicking at the stones on the highway.
"Oh no," his instructor suavely explained, "if it were a bad person who asked you to love him, you wouldn't love him for half-a-crown, surely!"
Toady Lion turned the matter over.