to have plenty of money?" asked Mrs Fotheringham.

"It would be very nice," said Iris, resting her chin on her hand, and
proceeding to consider the subject. "I could buy presents for them all
at home: lop-eared rabbits for Max, and a raven for Clement, and wax
dolls for Susie and Dottie--they've only got rag ones."

"Humph!" was her godmother's only reply; "now you may run out into the
garden."

Always glad to be released from Mrs Fotheringham's presence, and her
shaded room, Iris took her straw-hat and ran out into the sunshine. As
she went she turned over in her mind all the things she would buy and do
if she were rich. This was not at all a new employment, for she and her
brothers often did it at home, though they always differed widely as to
the best way of spending the imaginary fortune. "I would buy mother a
light green satin dress and pearls," she thought, "and give father a
whole lot of books all bound in scarlet and gold, and--"

"If you please, miss, might you happen to have seen Muster Moore just
lately?"

Iris looked round and saw a stout young woman with a checked shawl over
her head; she was very red in the face, and panted as though she were
quite out of breath.

"They told me in the house I should find him hereabouts," she went on;
"but I've run all over the place and I can't catch sight of him, and I
do want him most pertickler."

"He isn't here, I know," said Iris. "He's gone over to Dinham in the
donkey-cart to fetch parcels from the station."

"Oh, dear!" said the young woman, wiping her hot face with her apron,
"how orkerd things always do happen! There's the baby took ever so much
worse. She can't hardly fetch her breath, poor lamb! And I want some
more stuff to rub her chest with. I durs'n't leave her to go so far as
Dinham myself for it."

"Can't you send one of the boys?" said Iris, much interested and full of
sympathy.

"Bless you, missie, they're all at school. I've no one only the three
little uns at home. Well, I must go back. There's a neighbour holding
of her now."

"Stop a minute," said Iris, as the woman turned sadly away, "_I'll_ go
and fetch it. I know the way to Dinham."

She felt quite excited, and eager for the adventure.

"Thank you kindly, miss, but I couldn't trouble you, not to go all that
way."

"It's only two miles across the fields," said Iris. "Moore told me so;
and I know exactly what to ask for--a bottle of Roche's embrocation--
I've often