He cleared his throat, and went out through the kitchen into the shed.

Charlotte was too amazed to thank him; her mother came into the pantry.

"What did he give you ?" she whispered.
Charlotte held up the money.

"Poor father," said Sarah Barnard, "he's doin' of it to make up.

He was dreadful sorry about that other, an' he's tickled 'most to death now he thinks you've got somebody else, and are contented.