“I don't know, mum.”

“Well, you go and tell her that I am here.”

“Sorry to refuse, mum; but it's agin orders. No callers allowed, mum.”

“But Miss Dalton can come as far as the gates.”

The man looked puzzled, and then muttered,

“Mr. Wiggins's orders, mum, is to have no communication.”

“Ah!” said Miss Plympton; “so she is shut up here.”

“Beggin' your pardon, mum, she beant shut up at all nowheres: she goes about.”

“Then why can't I see her here?”

“Agin orders, mum.”