“But I am in the humour, and I must be humoured, Lizzie, because after all I am a poor little thing, and have had a hard day with my bad child. Look in the fire, as I like to hear you tell how you used to do when you lived in that dreary old house that had once been a windmill. Look in the⁠—what was its name when you told fortunes with your brother that I don’t like?”

“The hollow down by the flare?”

“Ah! That’s the name! You can find a lady there, I know.”

“More easily than I can make one of such material as myself, Jenny.”

The sparkling eye looked steadfastly up, as the musing face looked thoughtfully down. “Well?” said the dolls’ dressmaker, “We have found our lady?”

Lizzie nodded, and asked, “Shall she be rich?”