"Decidedly, one of my charges is going to prove interesting," thought Phyllis; but she only said: "Won't you tell me your name, and your sisters'?"
"Mine is Lionel Ferdinand Haines. What would you do if the boys up in the park called you 'Nellie' Because you wore curls? My mother won't cut them off."
"Then I should laugh at the boys for trying to tease me when I didn't care what they said; and I should try to like curls because my mother liked them," said Phyllis. "And the girls' names?"
"The big one is Muriel Dorothy Haines, and the littlest one is Gladys Gertrude Haines," said Master Lionel, and was about to propound another question when his mother interrupted him to say that she must take Phyllis away, because she had an engagement.
"Shall I consider the matter settled, Miss Wyndham, and that you are coming?" she asked.
"Yes, please," said Phyllis.
"And at twenty-five dollars a month? Mrs. Hewlett mentioned the wages, I suppose?"
"Yes—please," said Phyllis again, forcing the last word, as she kissed the baby.
Lionel extended his hand to be shaken, but Muriel said "Good-by" crossly, refusing to be touched.