n the others.

So that when Mrs Biddle appealed to the bazaar committee, and the corner
of the stall was lifted and shifted, so that stout clergymen and heavy
ladies could get to the corner without creeping under stalls, the blue
paper was discovered, and all the splendid, 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 than three cakes
each. It was a merry party, and the curate was extremely pleasant to
every one, 'even to Miss Peasmarsh,' as Jane said afterwards.

'We ought to get back to the stall,' said Anthea, when no one could
possibly eat any more, and the curate was talking in a low voice to Miss
Peas marsh about 'after Easter'.

'There's nothing to go back for,' said Miss Peasmarsh gaily; 'thanks to
you dear children we've sold everything.'

'There--there's the carpet,' said Cyril.

'Oh,' said Miss Peasmarsh, radiantly, 'don't bother about the carpet.