"There, don't cry. I will give you some. How much was it? A nickel! A whole nickel!" This with the sweetest smile. "Well, you shall have a quarter, and that's four nickels--I mean five."
"She is not strong on arithmetic," said Keith to himself. "She is like Phrony in that."
She began to feel about her skirt, and her face changed.
"Oh, I haven't a cent. I have left my purse at the hotel." This was to Keith.
"Let me give it to her." And he also began to feel in his pocket, but as he did so his countenance fell. He, too, had not a cent.
"I have left my purse at home, too," he said. "We shall have to do like the woman in the Bible, and sweep diligently till we find the money she lost."
"We are a pauper lot," said Alice Yorke, with a little laugh. Then, as she glanced into the child's big eyes that were beginning to be troubled again, she paused. The next second she drew a small bracelet from her wrist, and began to pull at a small gold charm. "Here, you shall have this; this is gold."
"Oh, don't do that," said Keith. "She wouldn't appreciate it, and it is a pity to spoil your bracelet."
She glanced up at him with a little flash in her blue eyes, as a vigorous twist broke the little gold piece from its chain.
"She shall have it. There, see how she is smiling. I have enjoyed it, and I am glad to have you have it. Now, you can get your candy. Now, kiss me."