At any rate she stood and sang the hymn, and when there came the accustomed lull at the end of the verse, she felt in her pocket for a coin, and, taking a piece of ten kreutzers, she stepped quickly up to the plate and put it in.

A day or two ago ten kreutzers was an important portion of the little sum which she still had left in hand, but now ten kreutzers could do nothing for her.

It was at any rate better that the friar should have it than that her money should go with her down into the blackness of the river.

Nevertheless she did not give the friar all.

She saw one girl whispering to another as she stepped up to the table, and she heard her own name.