shining Indian things were given over to Miss Peasmarsh, and she
sold them all, and got thirty-five pounds for them.

'I don't understand about that blue paper,' said Mrs Biddle. 'It
looks to me like the work of a lunatic. And saying you were nice
and pretty! It's not the work of a sane person.'

Anthea and Jane begged Miss Peasmarsh to let them help her to sell
the things, because it was their brother who had announced the good
news that the things had come. Miss Peasmarsh was very willing,
for now her stall, that had been SO neglected, was surrounded by
people who wanted to buy, and she was glad to be helped. The
children noted that Mrs Biddle had not more to do in the way of
selling than she could manage quite well. I hope they were not
glad--for you should forgive your enemies, even if they walk on
your hands and then say it is all your naughty fault. But I am
afraid they were not so sorry as they ought to have been.

It took some time to arrange the things on the stall. The carpet
was spread over it, and the dark colours showed up the brass and
silver and ivory things. It was a happy and busy afternoon, and
when Miss Peasmarsh and the girls had sold every single one of the
little pretty things from the Indian bazaar, far, far away, Anthea
and Jane went off with the boys to fish in the fishpond, and dive
into the bran-pie, and hear the cardboard band, and the phonograph,
and the chorus of singing birds that was done behind a screen with
glass tubes and glasses of water.

They had a beautiful tea, suddenly presented to them by the nice
curate, and Miss Peasmarsh joined them before they had had more