He fingered Nobbles' red cap lovingly, then held him out for True's inspection.
'He comed from over the sea. He's really alive, though he never speaks; but he finks a lot, and whispers to me, but nobody but me can hear him.'
True gazed at Nobbles' smiling face with fascination.
'What does he tell you?' she asked.
Bobby's slow smile came.
'He told me last night he liked this house very much; and—he ran away from me in the night—he very often does—he goes up the chimleys, and the wind takes him journeys. He went to the House to see how Nurse was getting on.'
'Did he? To your grandmother's house? What did she say?'
Bobby considered.
'She said to Nurse, "I reely can't be troubled with the child, Nurse; it's your place to look after him."'
'And what did your nurse say?'