It was a long walk to Mr. Raymond's door but he got there at last. Yet after all, the servant was not going to let him in, only Mr. Raymond came out into the hall just then and saw him and recognized him at once.
"Come in, my little man," he said. "I suppose you have come to claim your six-pence."
"No, sir, not that."
"What! Can't you read yet?"
"Yes," said Diamond. "I can now a little. But I've come to tell you about Nanny—the little girl at the crossing."
"Oh, yes, I remember her," said Mr. Raymond. "What is it about Nanny?"
Diamond told him all about her—how she was sick, and how dark it was where she lived and with bad smells. Now, Mr. Raymond was one of the kindest men in London and was well known at the children's hospital. He hurried there now, and some one went from there at once to find Nanny. Before night, they sent a litter for her and soon the little girl was lying in a nice clean bed, though she was too sick to know anything about it.
Diamond overheard a doctor say to Mr. Raymond, "How do you suppose the little chap knew what to do about Nanny?"