"
Cecile felt herself growing a trifle pale.
"I never thought of that," she said. "I cannot look for Lovedy
without a little money. What shall I do, Miss Smith?"
"Let me think," said Miss Smith.
She rested her chin on her hand and one or two puckers came into her
brow, and she screwed up her shrewd little mouth. After a moment or
two her face brightened.
"Is the money English money, little girl?" she said.
"Yes," answered Cecile; "the captain on board the boat from England
did change some, but all the French money is gone now."
"That won't do at all, Cecile; you must have French money. Now, my
dear, will you kindly take that eleven pounds out of your purse and
reckon it before me?"
Cecile did so--eleven sovereigns lay glittering and tempting on Miss
Smith's table.
"There, child, I am going to put on my bonnet and shawl, and I shall
take that money out with me, and be back again in a few moments. You
wait here, Cecile, I will bring back French money; you watch your
purse until I return."
While Miss Smith was out, there came a ring to the door bell, and
the little fresh-colored English servant brought in a letter, and
laid it beside the purse which Cecile stood near, but did not offer
to touch.
In about twenty minutes Miss Smith reappeared. She looked excited,
and even cheerful.
"It does me good to help one of the Lord's little ones," she said,
"and it does me good to hear the English tongue; except from Molly, I
never hear it now, and Molly goes to-morrow.
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