"Of course; I used to see it often, you know. She is a bright little thing."
"Do you know where she lives?" asked Hartley. "Did you follow her?"
"Don't you know where she lives?"
"No; her aunt is keeping the child from me. I am very anxious to find her."
"That accounts for it. She was with a middle-aged lady, who evidently was suspicious of me, for she did not bring out the child but once more, and was clearly anxious when I took notice of her."
"She was acting according to instructions, no doubt."
"Very probably."
"I wish you had learned more."
"So do I. Why do they keep you away from her?"