For a moment coyness overtook the tiny man. Then he faintly replied, "Nu-thans." "Nuisance?" repeated the miner, and again he saw the timid little nod. "But that ain't a name," said Jim. "Is 'Nuisance' all the name the baby's got?" His bit of a guest seemed to think very hard, but at last he nodded as before.
And when they were gone, and sleep was coming to hover him softly in her wings, he held out both his little arms in a gesture of longing that seemed to embrace the three red caps and all this happier world he began to understand. "Somebody wants 'ittle Nu-thans," he sighed, and his tiny mouth was smiling when his eyes had closed.
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