she said.

“Yes, nimble fingers,” said her father. “You take what's your own.”

“Are you coming, our Anna?” asked her brother from the door.

She suddenly chilled to normal, forgetting both her father and her cousin.

“Yes, I'm ready,” she said, taking sixpence from the heap of money and sliding the rest back into the purse, which she laid on the table.

“Give it here,” said her father.

Hastily she thrust the purse into his pocket and was going out.

“You'd better go wi' 'em, lad, hadn't you?” said the father to the nephew.