"She was cross anyhow!" said Maria. "How can one do everything perfectly?"
"But that is just what Mr. Richmond said," Matilda urged gently.
"What?"
"That we should be light-bearers, you know. That is the way to be a light-bearer; to do everything perfectly."
"Well, you may, if you can," said Maria. "I can't."
CHAPTER VIII.
"Tilly, that money burns my pocket," Maria said the next morning.
"Then you had better put it somewhere else."
"I suppose you think that is smart," said Maria, "but it isn't; for that is just what I mean to do. I mean to spend it, somehow."