Not seeing with precision what was very hard, Mr. Lorry shook his head; using that important part of himself as a sort of fairy cloak that would fit anything.

“All sorts of people who are not in the least degree worthy of the pet, are always turning up,” said Miss Pross. “When you began it⁠—”

“ I began it, Miss Pross?”

“Didn’t you? Who brought her father to life?”

“Oh! If that was beginning it⁠—” said Mr. Lorry.