“Hadn’t time to look one up.”
“What are you going to do with the imp?”
“‘Imp’ you may well call her,” said Hanson, wincing at his own reminiscences.
“She was a deal of trouble on the journey, I dare say.”
“Not in the sense I think you mean. But she utterly repudiates me as her guardian. Favored me with her opinions in very plain language. Threatened to ‘kick up a row’ if I didn’t take her back to—to——”
“To whom?”
“To her handsome nursemaid. But she became very tired and soon went to sleep, and since that has given me no trouble at all.”
“Charming child! But, as I remarked before, what are you going to do with her?”
“I should have taken her to my mother and sister; but the first news I heard on reaching my native shores was that they had left theirs.”
“Yes; they sailed for Liverpool a few days ago, I am sorry to say, on my own account.”