"At last they came to an open space—I believe, in Seventy-second street, where the Central Park is; and a very amiable-looking policeman, who fortunately at that time was wide awake, happened to look that way.
"He was very much astonished when he saw such little creatures all alone; and Nannie, looking as if she had been in the wars; but, in spite of her torn dress, looking like just what she was—the tender little pet of a household, watched over, and loved, and cared for night and day; and Harry, too, it was plain to see, with his bright eyes and manly bearing, was of gentle birth and breeding.
"So the policeman walked up to them, and said—'I suppose this is Tom Thumb and his wife out for a walk.'
"'No, it isn't,' said Harry; 'my name is Harry.'
"'And what is yours, little lady?'
"'My name 'ittle Nannie.'
"'Where did you come from?'
"'Home,' said Harry.
"'Where is home?'
"'Why, in Thirty-second street, to be sure; don't you know?'