Milly looked back wistfully as she reached the door.

"Do you think nurse is still angry?"

"Tell nurse from me that she is not to scold you any more. The loss of
your money ought to be a lesson to you."

"But I didn't lose it, uncle. I lent it to Jack. He wouldn't let me give
it to him; he said he would send it back to me in a letter."

Sir Edward laughed unbelievingly, and Milly trotted upstairs to be
received with open arms by nurse at the nursery door.

"There! never mind, my dear. I have been very angry with you, but
you'll never do such a thing again. Come and have your tea. I've had a
cup already, and feel wonderful better. Now, don't cry any more; bless
your little heart, I can't bear to see you in tears."

With that nurse took her up in her arms; and poor tired little Milly
whispered, as she clung to her,--

"I was afraid you would never love me again. I've told God I'm sorry; do
you quite forgive me?"

"Quite, my lamb," was the reply; "and as to loving you, I shouldn't give
over doing that if you were twice as troublesome."