"What is your name, my child?" he asked.
"Ida, sir."
"Ida? But what is your other name?"
Ida hesitated a moment, because Peg had forbidden her to use the name of Harding, and had told her, if ever the inquiry were made, she must answer Hardwick.
She answered reluctantly: "Ida Hardwick."
The baker observed her hesitation, and this increased his suspicion.
"Hardwick!" he repeated, musingly, endeavoring to draw from the child as much information as possible before allowing her to perceive that he suspected her. "And where do you live?"
Ida was a child of spirit, and did not understand why she should be questioned so closely.
She said, with some impatience: "I am in a hurry, sir, and would like to have the change as soon as you can."
"I have no doubt of it," said the baker, his manner suddenly changing, "but you cannot go just yet."