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Updated: May 18, 2025
She was tired of standing quite alone, and though her pride was still a little hurt at her failure, she could not help seeing how much more interesting it was to have Nancy's sympathy and help. So, one day, she took her money out of the china-house, rubbed the label off the door, and restored the box to David.
Dickie was quite sure. Her mind was bent on dropping the penny into the slit. When, however, the china-house was lifted down, and she saw her money disappear through the roof for ever, she burst into sobs and tears, and refused comfort till the box was opened and the money returned.
The china-house on the school-room mantel-piece stood ready for contributions, with the slit in its roof and the label on its front door; it looked very well outside, but she feared that it was poorly furnished within, though she dropped all her own money into it with great regularity.
She glanced ruefully at her china-house. Fate was certainly against Miss Unity's mandarin. Nancy saw the glance and smiled triumphantly. "There, you see!" she exclaimed. "There's nobody left to give anything to it, so you'd much better give it up, and begin to collect for Kettles."
As for Pennie, she dropped her money into the china-house, and went to bed that night with the feelings of a martyr. She would not give up her plan, but she was now beginning to see that it was a failure. No one showed any real interest in it no one except herself was willing to sacrifice anything in the cause. It was certainly lonely and uncomfortable to stand so high above other people.
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