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"Crystal Pallus?" "And," pursued Tilda, "I was wonderin' if you'd look after him while I step inside?" She threw back her head, and the man whistled. "You're a trustin' one, I must say!" "You'd never be mean enough to make off with 'im, an' I won't believe it of you," spoke up Tilda boldly. "Eh? I wasn' talkin of the dorg," he explained. "I was meanin' the Orph'nage.
"And you can't mistake the boat. Duchess of Teck is her name, an' she lies about three ropes' lengths this side of the iron bridge, just as you come abreast o' the brick wall that belongs to the Orph'nage." "Bring forth the steed," commanded Mr. Mortimer. "Nay, I will accompany you to the stables and fetch him." "And the saucepan! Don't forget the saucepan!" Mrs.
"He don't properly belong to me," explained Tilda. "He belongs to Bill, that works the engine on Gavel's roundabouts; but he larned his tricks off me. That'll do, 'Dolph; go an' lie down." "He's a clever dog, and I beg his pardon for kicking him," said Mr. Hucks with a twinkle. "He's better 'n clever. Why, 'twas 'Dolph that got us out." "What, from the Orph'nage?" "Yes."
She glanced over her shoulder, and Mr. Mortimer, interpreting the glance, nodded in the direction of the manhole. "Meanin' his Reverence?" he asked. "His name's Glasson. The Orph'nage belongs to him. It's a serious thing for him to lose one o' the children, and he's like a madman about it ever since . . ." She broke off and put out a hand to help him with the haulage tackle.
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