"Nothing. Is baby also Mrs. Hawkins' niece, or nephew?"
"If you've no objections," said the girl with excessive politeness, "she's Mrs. Pond's little gal, and I nusses 'er."
"I have no objection. What is your name?"
"Wot it may be, my lordship," replied the girl, her politeness becoming Arctic, "is one thing--wot it is is another."
"You are a clever little girl," said Aaron, smiling and rubbing his hands--"a sharp, clever little girl."
"Thank yer for nothink," said the girl.
She had reached the North Pole; it was necessary to thaw her.
"Upon the mantelshelf," said Aaron, "just behind that beautiful blue vase, are two penny pieces. Step on a chair--not that cane one, you'll go through it; the wooden one--and see if you can find them."
"I see 'em," said the girl, looking down upon Aaron in more senses than one.
"They are yours. Put them in your pocket."