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Mulford, who had friends acquainted with the parents of the child who insisted she had "two muvvers." So that little incident ended happily, and once more the outdoor girls were left to pursue their way as they had started out. They stayed a day with Mollie's aunt, a rain preventing comfortable progress, and when it cleared they went on to Hightown, where they stopped with Grace's cousin.
Who ever heard of such a thing?" "Me got two muvvers," said the child, calmly, as she took a bite first of the chocolate in her left hand, and then a nibble from the one in the right. "One live dat way one live udder way." "What can she be driving at?" asked Amy.
"Gracious!" exclaimed Mollie. "I hope this isn't another lost one. We seem to be getting the habit." "He appears able to look after himself," said Amy. The boy heard their voices and looked up quickly. Then, after a glance at them, he went on binding up his foot. But at the sight of him the little girl cried: "Oh, it's Dimmie! Dat's my Dimmie! He take me to my two muvvers!"
She broke away from Betty and ran toward the boy peddler. "Why, it's Nellie Burton!" the lad exclaimed. "Whatever are you doing here?" "I'se losted!" announced the child, as though it was the greatest fun in the world. "I'se losted, and dey found me, but dey don't know where my two muvvers is. 'Oo take me home, Dimmie." "Of course I will, Nellie. That is, if I can walk." "Did oo hurt oo's foot?"
"That's about as much as I make in a year I mean, altogether," he said, quickly, lest the girls get an exaggerated notion of the peddling business. "I can't make that clear, though I hope to some time," he said, proudly. "Me want to go home," broke in little Nellie. "Me want my muvvers." "All right, I'll take you to your real mother," spoke the boy peddler.
Ultimately they, too, find a policeman waiting for them, and a "good bag" results. But the magistrate is very lenient; with a twinkle in his eye he reproves them, and fines them one shilling each, which with great difficulty their "muvvers" pay.
"Me want one of my muvvers!" "It's getting worse and worse," sighed Mollie, wanting to laugh, but not daring to. Slowly the girls proceeded in the direction they had been going. They hoped they might meet someone who either would be looking for the child, or else a traveler who could direct them properly to her house, or who might even assume charge of the little one.
"I live dere sometimes," spoke the child, "and sometimes down dere," and she indicated two directions. "I dot two muvvers." "What in the world does she mean?" asked Mollie, hopelessly. "That's what she always says," spoke the boy. "She calls one of her aunts her mamma it's her mother's sister, you see.
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