There was silence for a moment while the
possibilities of the name were turned over in the children's minds.
"Those clothes she's got on ain't paid for, and never won't be," said
Emmeline; "she thinks she'll get the rich lord to pay for 'em, but 'e
won't. 'E's given 'er jools, 'underds of pounds' worth."
"'E won't pay for the clothes," said Bert, with conviction. Evidently
there was some limit to the weak good nature of wealthy lords.
At that moment a motor carriage with liveried servants drew up at the
emporium entrance; a large lady, with a penetrating and rather hurried
manner of talking, stepped out, followed slowly and sulkily by a small
boy, who had a very black scowl on his face and a very white sailor suit
over the rest of him. The lady was continuing an argument which had
probably commenced in Portman Square.
"Now, Victor, you are to come in and buy a nice doll for your cousin
Bertha. She gave you a beautiful box of soldiers on your birthday, and
you must give her a present on hers."
"Bertha is a fat little fool," said Victor, in a voice that was as loud
as his mother's and had more assurance in it.
"Victor, you are not to say such things.
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