"Can't you at least say 'Miss Clara', you ragged urchin?" said Sebastian harshly.
"She owes me forty pennies," said the boy.
"You are crazy! How do you know Miss Clara lives here?"
"I showed her the way yesterday and she promised to give me forty pennies."
"What nonsense! Miss Clara never goes out. You had better take yourself off, before I send you!"
The boy, however, did not even budge, and said: "I saw her. She has curly hair, black eyes and talks in a funny way."
"Oh," Sebastian chuckled to himself, "that was the little Miss."
Pulling the boy into the house, he said: "All right, you can follow me. Wait at the door till I call you, and then you can play something for Miss Clara."
Knocking at the study-door, Sebastian said, when he had entered: "A boy is here who wants to see Miss Clara."
Clara, delighted at his interruption, said: "Can't he come right up, Mr. Candidate?"