"Yes, Miss--I've written it all down," murmured Mrs. Tapple nervously--"It's right, Mr. Walden, isn't it? If you would be so good as to look at it, bein' tuppence a word, it do make it different like, an' m'appen there might be a mistake---" Walden glanced over the scrap of paper on which she had scrawled her rough figures. "Fivepence out, I declare, Mrs. Tapple!" he said, merrily. "Dear, dear! Whatever is going to become of you, eh? To cheat yourself wouldn't matter--nobody minds THAT--but to do the British Government out of fivepence would be a dreadful thing! Now if I had not seen this you would have been what is called 'short' this evening in making up accounts." Here he handed the corrected paper to Maryllia. "I think you will find that right." Maryllia opened her purse and paid the amount,--and Mrs. Tapple, in giving her change for a sovereign, included among the coins a bright new threepenny piece with a hole in it. Spying this little bit of silver, Maryllia held it up in front of Walden's eyes triumphantly. "Luck!" she exclaimed--"That's for you! It's a reward for your telegraphic operations! Will you be grateful if I give it to you?" He laughed. "Profoundly! It shall be my D.S.O.!" "Then there you are!" and she placed the tiny coin in the palm of the hand he held out to receive it. "The labourer is worthy of his hire! Now you can never go about like some clergymen, grumbling and saying you work for no pay!" Her eyes sparkled mischievously. "What shall we do next? Oh, I know! Let's buy some acid drops!" Mrs. Tapple stared and smiled. "Or pear-drops," continued Maryllia, glancing critically at the various jars of 'sweeties,'--"I see the real old-fashioned pink ones up there,--lumpy at one end and tapering at the other. Do you like them? Or brandy balls? I think the pear-drops carry one back to the age of ten most quickly! But which do you prefer?" Walden tried to look serious, but could not succeed. Laughter twinkled all over his face, and he began to feel extremely young. "Well,--really, Miss Vancourt,---" he began. "There, I know what you are going to say!" exclaimed Maryllia--"You are going to tell me that it would never do for a clergyman to be seen munching pear-drops in his own parish. _I_ understand! But clergymen do ever so much. worse than that sometimes. They do, really! Two ounces of pear-drops for me, Mrs. Tapple, please!--and one of brandy balls!" Mrs. Tapple bustled out of her 'Gove'nment' office, and came to the grocery counter to dispense these dainties.