“No, no; the _Mermaid_ was the ship, and it was wrecked, and they have noticing to live upon; and she takes in washing, and is such a nice woman. Mamma said we might take them our old winter frocks, and so David went there.” “And she said if she had a pig to pay the rent she should be quite happy,” said David. “How could he?” “I suppose,” said Miss Fosbrook, “the pig would live on her garden-stuff, her cabbage-leaves and potato-skins; and that when he was fat she would sell him, and pay the rent with the money. Am I right, Sam? you know I am a Cockney.” “You could not be more right if you were a Hampshire beg,” said Sam. “Jack Higgins was her husband’s name, and a famous fellow he was; he once rigged a little boat for me.” “And he sailed with Papa once, long ago,” added Susan; to which Sam rejoined, “More fool he to go into the merchant service and get drowned, with nothing for his widow to live upon.” “I say,” cried Hal, “why shouldn’t we give her a pig?” “Oh, do!” earnestly exclaimed David. “I’ll catch one,” broke from John and Annie at once; “such lots as there are in the yard!” “You would catch it, I believe,” said Sam disdainfully; while Susan explained, “No; those are Papa’s pigs. Purday would not let you give them away.” “Of course,” said Henry, “that was only those little geese. I meant to make a subscription among ourselves, and give her the pig; and won’t she be surprised!” “Oh! yes, yes,” shouted the children; “let’s do it all ourselves!” “I’ve got one-and-threepence, and sixpence next Saturday,” cried Hal. “And I’ve eightpence,” quoth Annie. “And I’ve a whole shilling,” said David. “I’ve fourpence,” said Johnnie. “I’ve not much, I’m afraid,” said Susan, feeling in her pocket, with rather black looks. “Oh!” said Sam, “everybody knows simple Sukey never has a farthing in her pocket by any chance!” “Yes, but I have, Sam;” and with an air of great triumph, Susan held up three-halfpence, whereat all the party screamed with laughter. “Well, but Bessie always has lots! She’s as rich as a little Jew. Come, Bet, Elizabeth, Elspeth, Betsy, and Bess, what will you give?—what have you got?”—and one hand came on her shoulder, and another on her arm but she shook herself free, and answered rather crossly, “Don’t—I can’t—I’ve got something else to do with my money.” “Oh! you little stingy avaricious crab!” was the outcry beginning; but Miss Fosbrook stopped it before Elizabeth had time to make the angry answer that was rising on her lips. “No, my dears, you must not tease her. Each of you has a full right to use your own money as you may think best; and it is not right to force gifts in this manner.” “She’s a little affected pussy-cat,” said Hal, much annoyed; “I know what she wants it for—to buy herself a ridiculous parasol like Ida Greville, when she would see poor Hannah Higgins starving at her feet.” Elizabeth bit her lip, and tossed up her head; the tears were in her eyes, but she made no answer.