"

"Then I'm glad we're going to be rich; it will be quite easy to
'splain why I am glad," continued Sibyl, thoughtfully. "When our gold
comes, nursie, you'll never have to do no more darning, and you need
never wear your glasses 'cept just to read lovely books. Oh, we'll do
such a lot when we are rich. There's poor Mr. Holman: I was talking to
him only yesterday. Do you know, nursie, his shop isn't paying, not a
bit, and he was, oh, so sad about it, and Mrs. Holman began to cry.
She told me there's a new big toy-shop in Palace Road, a great big
lovely _swampy_ sort of shop. I mean by that, that it takes all the
customers. They go in there and they spend their money, and there's
none left for poor Mr. Holman. It's just 'cos he lives in Greek
Street, and Greek Street is what is called a back street. Isn't it
perfectly shameful, nursie? Mr. Holman said if they could afford to
have a shop in Palace Road he would get all the little boys and girls
back again. But they won't come into his nice, quiet _back_ street. I
like back streets, don't you, nursie? It's horrid of the boys and
girls not to go to Mr. Holman's."

"It's the way of the world, dear," answered nurse; "the world always
goes with the prosperous people. Them that are struggling the world
leaves behind. It's a cruel way, but it's the way the world has got."

"Then I hate the world," said Sibyl. "My beautiful Lord Jesus wouldn't
allow it if He was on earth now, would He, nursie?"

"Oh, my love, there'd be a lot of things _He'd_ have to change if He
came back; but don't ask me any more questions now, Missy. You go out
with your governess. You don't get half enough of the air, to my way
of thinking; you're looking peaky, and not what the master would like
to see."

"But I am perfectly well," answered Sibyl, "I never felt better in all
my borned days. You know, nursie, I have got a lot to do now. Father
gave me 'rections in that letter that nobody else is to see, and one
of them was that I was to keep well, so I'll go for a walk if you
think it will be good for me; only I just wish to say that when father
comes back dear Mr. Holman shall have his shop in Palace Road, and a
lot of fresh toys put in it, and then he'll be quite happy and
smiling, and his shop will swamp up all the children, and all the
pennies and all the half-pennies and sixpennies, and poor, dear,
darling Mrs. Holman won't have to wipe away her tears any more."

Sibyl skipped out of the room, an