"'Cause. Did you know there was heathens?" she asked gravely.
"I've heard so. I've met a few."
"You have? How delightful!" came the swift exclamation.
"I didn't find it so. Why, I say?" he inquired.
"Each of us that forgot and broke over must put a penny, a cent, I mean, in the box. It must be shut tight, and the cover gum-mucilaged down. You must make a hole in the cover with your penknife, and when you screw up your face, just for nothing, you put a penny in. I'll watch and tell you. Then I'll put one in when I say wrong things. I've a lot of money in my satchel. Mamma and Doctor Mack each gave me some to buy things on the way. But there wasn't anything to buy, and I can use it all, only for Rudanthy's new head. Can we go buy that to-day, Uncle Joe?"
"No. Nobody knows when I'll get out again, if this weather holds. The idea of a snowstorm like this in March. In March!" angrily.
