Piers, smoking his cigarette behind her, stood ready to take her part, but quite obviously she was fully equal to the occasion. "Yes, I know," she agreed, with disarming amiability. "But it wouldn't have mattered a bit if you hadn't found out who it was. You won't tell anyone, will you?" "Why not?" demanded Sir Beverley. Gracie pulled down her red lips, and cast up her dancing eyes. "There'd be such a scandal," she said. Piers broke into an involuntary laugh, and Sir Beverley's thin lips twitched in a reluctant smile. "You're a saucy little baggage!" he observed. "Well, get on! Let's hear what you've come for! Cadging money, I'll be bound." Gracie nodded in eager confirmation of this suggestion. "That's just it!" she said. "And that's where the scandal would come in if you told. You see, poor children can go round squalling carols to their hearts' content for pennies, but children like us who want pennies just as much haven't any way of getting them. We mayn't carry hand-bags, or open carriage-doors, or turn cart-wheels, or--or do anything to earn a living. It's hard luck, you know." "Beastly shame!" said Piers. Sir Beverley scowled at him. "You needn't stick your oar in. Go and shut the window, do you hear? Now, child, let's have the truth, so far as any female is capable of speaking it! You've come here for pennies, you say. Don't you know that's a form of begging? And begging is breaking the law." "I often do that," said Gracie, quite undismayed. "So would you, if you were me. I expect you did too when you were young." "I!" Sir Beverley uttered a harsh laugh, and released the child's hand. "So you break the law, do you?" he said. "How often?" Gracie's laugh followed his like a silvery echo. "I shan't tell you 'cos you're a magistrate. But we weren't really begging, Pat and I. At least it wasn't for ourselves." "Oh, of course not!" said Sir Beverley. She looked at him with her clear eyes, unconscious of irony. "No. We wanted to buy a pair of gloves for someone for Christmas. And nice gloves cost such a lot, don't they? And we hadn't got more than tenpence-halfpenny among us. So I said I'd think of a plan to get more. And--that was the plan," ended Gracie, with her sweetest smile. "I see," said Sir Beverley, with his eyes still fixed immovably upon her. "And what made you come here?" "Oh, we came here just because of Piers," said Gracie, without hesitation. "You see, he's a great friend of ours." "Is he?" said Sir Beverley. "And so you think you'll get what you can out of him, eh?" "Sir!" said Piers sharply. "Be quiet, Piers!" ordered his grandfather testily. "Who spoke to you? Well, madam, continue! How much do you consider him good for?" Piers pulled a coin impetuously from his pocket and slapped it down on the table in front of Gracie. "There you are, Pixie!" he said. "I'm good for that." Gracie stared at the coin with widening eyes, not offering to touch it.