"What's that, when Master Ferdy will have two thousand?"
"He won't become possessed of that for two years, Nanny. Meanwhile, he has no right to gamble."
"I don't believe he does. Why, he spends all his money in buying books about health and medicine. I gave him five pounds the other day to get some."
"Oh, Nanny, your savings again, when you promised me you wouldn't."
"I can do what I like with my own, Miss Clarice. Besides, I have made Master Ferdy my heir, so why shouldn't he have the money now, if he likes, bless him."
"Nanny," said Clarice, seriously. "You are ruining Ferdy."
"Me!" Mrs. Rebson gave an indignant screech. "Me ruin the boy I love so dearly. Jealousy again, Miss Clarice. Go and read the Commandments, Miss, and weep for your sins."
"I don't think I'll find 'Honour thy brother' among the Commandments, Nanny," said Clarice, the humorous side of the business striking her; "however, I see it's useless to think you will blame Ferdy."
Mrs. Rebson looked round the comfortable little room, and removed her spectacles. "My dear," she said, in a rather shaky voice, "if I must speak plainly to you, I am rather put out about Master Ferdy. Not that it's his fault," added the nurse, hurriedly, "but when one sees him being led away by that hussy--"
"Who is that?" asked Clarice, anxiously.