"Georgie"
"She walked three miles across the hills the day before yesterday with the pianist to an inn where she'd heard there were sure to be a lot of people. They thought they might make a little money by playing and singing to the miners, poor things, but they only took—"
"Sixpence," Miss Fitzgerald murmured sadly. "You see we didn't know the wages were paid fortnightly here, and that this was the second week."
"And, besides," Drusilla cried, "the revivalists had been there. Everybody had been converted, and one man told Dolly—what was it he said to you, Dolly?"
"Said he'd given up the ways of sin, and football as well," Miss Fitzgerald said mournfully. "Said that for years he'd been keeping goal for the devil, but he now hoped to play center forward for his Saviour. As if giving a few coppers to us would have made any difference to that! The pianist says he's seen many a crowd bottled in his time, but never such a set of mean brutes as those were."
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