"Oh!" said Rosie, "there's Mrs. Donegan. She takes care of everything, and cooks the dinner and all that. Then there's Peggy Murphy. She does the schoolroom, and mends our clothes; and there is Kate Murphy; and there's the new housemaid, and Uncle Blair's man, Brown; and that's all except Mr. Plunkett."
"Mr. Plunkett!" repeated Murtagh, in a tone of disgust.
"Oh, he is so horrible," continued Rosie. "He settles all about everything, and gives us our pocket-money on Saturdays, and gives Mrs. Donegan money to buy our clothes, and orders everybody about, and interferes. Mrs. Plunkett says his mother was a second cousin of Uncle Blair's mother, but I don't believe she was. But he doesn't live in this house; he lives in a house in the park."
"He's dot such a nice ickle baby," put in Ellie, who had been following the conversation with wide-open eyes and ears.
"Has he?" said Adrienne, encircling the child with her arm. "What is it like?"
"It's dot two dreat big eyes and—"
"It's got a nose, Ellie, don't forget that," interrupted Murtagh, mockingly.
Little Ellie was silenced; she flushed up, and tears came into her eyes. But without paying any attention to her, Rosie continued:
"And that's all the people there are in the house."
"Except—Monsieur Blair," suggested Adrienne, comforting Ellie as she spoke by hanging her watch round the child's neck.