paper and pencil to write down names. "Except Leonora Parker!" she added with a laugh.
"Don't you think she'll give?"
"Not generously."
"Oh, she'll have to!"
"I declare, we'll make her for once!" said Dilys indignantly. "She shan't sneak out of everything."
"I don't see how you're going to make her."
"The millionairess won't fork out unless she feels inclined, I can tell you that, my child."
"Just you leave it to me. I'll manage it by fair means or foul."
"Won't a subscription list make it rather awkward for Gipsy? You know she can't give anything," whispered Hetty Hancock to Dilys.
"Not at all, the way I'm going to do it. I'll take care of Gipsy, you'll see—make it easy for her, but nick in Leonora for more than she bargains."
"You're cleverer than I thought you were."
"Ah, you haven't plumbed the depths of my genius yet, my good child. Now when Leonora"
"Hush! Here she comes."
The millionairess walked to the fireplace, and stood leaning over the high fender, sharpening a cherished stump of lead pencil.
"We're getting up a subscription," began Dilys, opening the attack without further delay. "It's to buy a present for Miss Edith's birthday. You'd like us to put your name down, wouldn't you?"
"Well, I'm not sure," replied Leonora cautiously. "What are most of you giving?"
