“There they are. Shall you know them again?”
“Why, I’d know ’em among a hundred! That black gal, with the plaid turban on her head, isn’t easy forgot, nor yet the beautiful boy, with all that finery about him! which it’s a world’s wonder I never noticed of ’em before!” said the beldam.
“You would not have noticed them now, perhaps, if I hadn’t pointed them out.”
“Well, maybe not, to be sure. I don’t commonly look after children and nursemaids.”
“But you will remember them now, and take the first opportunity of pointing them out to your brothers.”
“I’ll bet you! Beg your honor’s pardon. One or t’other on ’em will be here morning and evening until I gets a chance to show ’em. And be the same token, here comes Bill now.”
“So he does; well, keep him here till the nurse and child return; they will have to come back this way; and then you can point them out to him. And now my time is up,” said the poor gentleman, looking at his gold repeater, a family heirloom, the sole relic of better days that had not yet been dedicated to the necessities of his wife and children; but was destined soon to be sacrificed to raise money to pay the instruments of his meditated crime.
Everage then hurried away to his school duties, leaving the beldam and her accomplice to carry out his instructions.
As you, of course, already know, the plot was accomplished.
Little Lenny was carried off in the manner planned by Everage; and afterwards described by Pina.