She spun the piece deftly in the air, caught it cleverly, and put it in her pocket.
“Well, tell me, now, did you post the letter I gave you the night I took tea with Miss Lillycrop?”
“Yes, I did,” answered the child, with a nod of decision.
“You’re telling the truth?”
“Yes; as sure as death.”
Poor Tottie had made her strongest asseveration, but it did not convey to Aspel nearly so much assurance as did the earnest gaze of her bright and truthful eyes.
“You put it in the pillar?” he continued.
“Yes.”
“At the end of the street?”
“Yes, at the end of the street; and oh, you’ve no idea what an awful time I was about it; the slit was so high, an’ I come down sitch a cropper w’en it was done!”