“Father,” she said abruptly, “give me some collection.”

“What collection?” asked Brangwen.

“Don't be ridiculous,” she cried, flushing.

“Nay,” he said, “what collection's this?”

“You know it's the first Sunday of the month.”

Anna stood confused. Why was he doing this, why was he making her conspicuous before this stranger?

“I want some collection,” she reasserted.

“So tha says,” he replied indifferently, looking at her, then turning again to this nephew.

She went forward, and