"I can't think how I could do it when you'd all trusted me so. And yet I couldn't help it. I remember Dicky saying when you decided to give it me to take care of--about me being the most trustworthy of all of us. I'm not fit for any one to speak to. But it did seem the really right thing at the time, it really and truly did. And now it all looks different." "What has she done?" Dicky asked this, but Oswald almost knew. "Tell them," said Dora, turning over on her front and hiding her face partly in her hands, and partly in the sand. "She's given all Miss Sandal's money to that little boy that the father of was in prison," said Alice. "It was one pound thirteen and sevenpence halfpenny," sobbed Dora. "You ought to have consulted us, I do think, really," said Dicky. "Of course, I see you're sorry now, but I do think that." "How could I consult you?" said Dora; "you were all playing Cat and Mouse, and he wanted to get home. I only wish you'd heard what he told me--that's all--about his mother being ill, and nobody letting her do any work because of where his father is, and his baby brother ill, poor little darling, and not enough to eat, and everything as awful as you can possibly think. I'll save up and pay it all back out of my own money. Only do forgive me, all of you, and say you don't despise me for a forger and embezzlementer. I couldn't help it." "I'm glad you couldn't," said the sudden voice of H.O., who had sneaked up on his young stomach unobserved by the council. "You shall have all my money too, Dora, and here's the bulls-eye halfpenny to begin with." He crammed it into her hand. "Listen? I should jolly well think I did listen," H.O. went on. "I've just as much right as anybody else to be in at a council, and I think Dora was quite right, and the rest of you are beasts not to say so, too, when you see how she's blubbing. Suppose it had been _your_ darling baby-brother ill, and nobody hadn't given you nothing when they'd got pounds and pounds in their silly pockets?" He now hugged Dora, who responded. "It wasn't her own money," said Dicky. "If you think _you're_ our darling baby-brother----" said Oswald. But Alice and Noel began hugging Dora and H.O., and Dicky and I felt it was no go. Girls have no right and honourable feelings about business, and little boys are the same. "All right," said Oswald rather bitterly, "if a majority of the council backs Dora up, we'll give in. But we must all save up and repay the money, that's all. We shall all be beastly short for ages." "Oh," said Dora, and now her sobs were beginning to turn into sniffs, "you don't know how I felt! And I've felt most awful ever since, but those poor, poor people----" At this moment Mrs. Bax came down on to the beach by the wooden steps that lead from the sea-wall where the grass grows between the stones. "Hullo!" she said, "hurt yourself, my Dora-dove?" Dora was rather a favourite of hers. "It's all right now," said Dora.