Pearl sat in mute wonder, as Camilla read--that could
not mean her!
We do not mean to offer money as a payment for what you
have done, dear child (Camilla read on), for such a
service of love can only be paid in love; but we ask you
to accept from us this gift as our own daughter would
accept it if we had had one, and we will be glad to think
that it has been a help to you in the securing of an
education. Our brother, the bishop, wishes you to take
from him a gift of 20 pounds, and it is his desire that
you should spend it in whatever way will give you the
most pleasure. We are, dear Pearl,
Your grateful friends,
ALFRED A. and MARY WEMYSS.
"Here is a Bank of England draft for 120 pounds, nearly
$600," Camilla said, as she finished the letter.
The Watson family sat dumb with astonishment.
"God help us!" Mrs. Watson cried at last.
"He has," Camilla said reverently.
Then Pearl threw her arms around her mother's neck and
kissed her over and over again.
"Ma, dear," she cried, "ye'll git it now, what I always
wanted ye to have, a fur-lined cape, and not lined wid
rabbit, or squirrel or skunk either, but with the real
vermin! and it wasn't bad luck to have Mrs. McGuire cross
me path when I was going out. But they can't mane me,
Camilla, sure what did I do?"
But Camilla and Jim stood firm, the money was for her
and her only. Everyone knew, Jim said, that if she had
not stayed with Arthur that long night and watched for
the doctor, that Arthur would have been dead in the
morning.
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