"On the blessed money.

On the shillings and sixpences, my dear." "Of course," said Janet, laughing too; and she drew out her purse and looked at the money it contained.

There was half a sovereign and half a crown and some smaller coins; but none were new ones: all were of Victoria's reign.
"What a pity!" said the old woman again--"perhaps one of your brothers or sisters has some more.

Not the old blackguard driving, of course." "Yes," said Janet; "I'll see;" and descended the steps, and soon after returned with an Edward shilling.
The old woman took it and examined head.

"I was right," she said, "God bless him! He was as thin on the top as my own poor father was, rest his soul! Well, dear, and now I'll say good-bye," she added soon after, as she rose to her feet and gave the shilling back.