“Of course I remember it!” she said. “Who could forget the boy who sings and grins and says Gimmeehaypenny?”
“That’s it!” cried Zo. “The boy’s song was a good one in its way. I’ve learnt a better in Scotland. You’ve heard of Donald, haven’t you?”
“No.”
Zo turned indignantly to her father. “Why didn’t you tell her of Donald?”
Mr. Gallilee humbly admitted that he was in fault. Carmina asked who Donald was, and what he was like. Zo unconsciously tested her memory for the second time.
“You know that day,” she said, “when Joseph had an errand at the grocer’s and I went along with him, and Miss Minerva said I was a vulgar child?”
Carmina’s memory recalled this new trifle, without an effort. “I know,” she answered; “you told me Joseph and the grocer weighed you in the great scales.”
Zo delighted Ovid by trying her again. “When they put me into the scales, Carmina, what did I weigh?”
“Nearly four stone, dear.”
“Quite four stone. Donald weighs fourteen.’ What do you think of that?”