We had a terrible bother," she began telling her, "over nurses.

We had an Italian wet-nurse.

A good creature, but so stupid! We wanted to get rid of her, but the baby is so used to her that we've gone on keeping her still.

" "But how have you managed?..." Dolly was beginning a question as to what name the little girl would have; but noticing a sudden frown on Anna's face, she changed the drift of her question.

"How did you manage? have you weaned her yet?" But Anna had understood.