from her neck. "He wouldn't have given me his Christmas sixpence if I hadn't
looked as if I needed it."
Somehow the sight of the dear little sixpence was good for both of them. It
made them laugh a little, though they both had tears in their eyes.
"Who was he?" asked Ermengarde, looking at it quite as if it had not been a
mere ordinary silver sixpence.
"He was a darling little thing going to a party," said Sara. "He was one of the
Large Family, the little one with the round legs—the one I call Guy Clarence. I
suppose his nursery was crammed with Christmas presents and hampers full of
cakes and things, and he could see I had nothing."
Ermengarde gave a little jump backward. The last sentences had recalled
something to her troubled mind and given her a sudden inspiration.