in a good temper, my dears.'

Once more the carpet had done its work, and not on Mrs Biddle
alone. The children felt suddenly good and happy.

'You're a jolly good sort,' said Cyril. 'I see that now. I'm
sorry we vexed you at the bazaar to-day.'

'Not another word,' said the changed Mrs Biddle. 'Of course you
shall have the carpet, my dears, if you've taken such a fancy to
it. No, no; I won't have more than the ten shillings I paid.'

'It does seem hard to ask you for it after you bought it at the
bazaar,' said Anthea; 'but it really IS our nursery carpet. It got
to the bazaar by mistake, with some other things.'

'Did it really, now? How vexing!' said Mrs Biddle, kindly. 'Well,
my dears, I can very well give the extra ten shillings; so you take
your carpet and we'll say no more about it. Have a piece of cake
before you go! I'm so sorry I stepped on your hand, my boy. Is it
all right now?'

'Yes, thank you,' said Robert. 'I say, you ARE good.'

'Not at all,' said Mrs Biddle, heartily. 'I'm delighted to be able
to give any little pleasure to you dear children.'

And she helped them to roll up the carpet, and the boys carried it
away between them.