Honoria did not laugh.

She was feeling in her pocket.
"What is your name ?" she asked.
"Lizzie Pezzack.

My father tends the lighthouse.

Give me something for my doll, miss!" Honoria held out a half-crown piece.
"Hand it to me." The child did not understand.

"Give me something--" she began again in her dull, level voice.
Honoria stamped her foot.