in her better days, waiting on the pavement to watch her as she got out of her brougham. And she had given them pennies many a time. Her face went red and then it went pale, and for a second she felt as if she could not take the dear little sixpence.
“Oh, no!” she said. “Oh, no, thank you; I mustn’t take it, indeed!”
Her voice was so unlike an ordinary street child’s voice and her manner was so like the manner of a
in her better days, waiting on the pavement to watch her as she got out of her brougham. And she had given them pennies many a time. Her face went red and then it went pale, and for a second she felt as if she could not take the dear little sixpence.
“Oh, no!” she said. “Oh, no, thank you; I mustn’t take it, indeed!”
Her voice was so unlike an ordinary street child’s voice and her manner was so like the manner of a
