“What d'you think of this?”
He held out the little boy.
The girl took the card and scrutinised it reverently; she said in a detached voice:
“Indeed, an' ut's pretty, too.”
“Would you like it?”
“Oh I if 'tis not taking ut from you.”
Old Heythorp shook his head, and pointed to the dressing-table.
“Over there—you'll find a sovereign. Little present for a good girl.”
She uttered a deep sigh. “Oh! sirr, 'tis too much; 'tis kingly.”
“Take it.”