“‘I don’t know what made me cry,’ said Sue at last, rousing herself; after she had had her cry out.
“‘Don’t you?’ said Roswald.
“‘No. It couldn’t have been these things; because father and I were talking about them the other night, and we agreed that we didn’t feel poor at all; at least, of course we felt poor, but we felt rich, too.’
“‘How long have you been living on porridge?’
“‘I don’t know. Have you had a fine time, Roswald?’
“‘Yes, very. I’ll tell you all about it some time, but not now.’
“‘Is Merrytown as pleasant as Beachhead?’
“‘It is more pleasant.’
“‘More pleasant!’ said Sue. ‘Without the beach, and the waves, Roswald!’