“Couldn't you teach her, Diamond?”
“I don't know anything myself, sir. I could teach her to dress the baby; but nobody would give her anything for doing things like that: they are so easy. There wouldn't be much good in teaching her to drive a cab, for where would she get the cab to drive? There ain't fathers and old Diamonds everywhere. At least poor Nanny can't find any of them, I doubt.”
“Perhaps if she were taught to be nice and clean, and only speak gentle words.”
“Mother could teach her that,” interrupted Diamond.
“And to dress babies, and feed them, and take care of them,” Mr. Raymond proceeded, “she might get a place as a nurse somewhere, you know. People do give money for that.”
“Then I'll ask mother,” said Diamond.
“But you'll have to give her her food then; and your father, not being strong, has enough to do already without that.”
“But here's me,” said Diamond: “I help him out with it. When he's tired of driving, up I get. It don't make any difference to old Diamond. I don't mean he likes me as well as my father—of course he can't, you know—nobody could; but he does his duty all the same. It's got to be done, you know, sir; and Diamond's a good horse—isn't he, sir?”
“From your description I should say certainly; but I have not the pleasure of his acquaintance myself.”
“Don't you think he will go to heaven, sir?”