"I'm not sure," said Magdalen. "I think if one has something nice it is sometimes rather tempting to keep it for a while without looking it all over. It is something to look forward to." "Yes," said Hoodie. "_I'd_ have keepened it for alvays wrapped up, and then I could have alvays thought perhaps it was a fairy thing like." "You silly girl," said Maudie, "you're always fancying about fairies." "Maudie, _dear_" said Magdalen, "do try not to say things like that. You are telling the story so nicely and we're all so happy. Please don't spoil it by saying unkind little things." "I didn't mean to be unkind," said Maudie penitently. "P'ease do on with the story," said the little boys. "Well, when at last she got home, she opened the little packet," continued Maudie, "and what _do_ you think she saw? Instead of two pennies and a halfpenny perhaps, or something like that, there were--let me see--yes, that was it--there were a gold pound, a half-a-crown, and a shilling. Just fancy! Lizzie was so surprised that she didn't know what she felt--she looked at them and looked at them, and turned them in her hand, and then all at once it came into her mind that of course the lady had given her them by mistake, and that she should take them back to her. And she jumped up very quick and said to her grandmother there was another message she had to go, and without thinking anything about whether the lady would still be there or not, off she ran back again to the place where the poor people had their breakfast. She ran as hard as she could, but of course when she got there it was too late--the breakfast was done long ago, and all the people away and the doors locked, and there was no one about at all to tell her where she could find the lady. And Lizzie was so unhappy that she sat down on a step and cried. You see it was such a disappointment, for she couldn't tell how much the lady _had_ meant to give her, and so she didn't like to take any. Besides, she felt that it would be better to give the packet back just as it was, only she had so wanted the pennies, for she never had any. The baker's wife always paid her grandmother, not Lizzie herself, for Lizzie's going messages. "And after she had cried a good while she got up and went home. But just as she got near the baker's shop she thought she might ask there if they knew the lady's name, so she went in to ask. There was no one in the shop but the young woman who helped--the others had gone to church." "How was it the shop was open, then, as it was Sunday?" asked Magdalen.