it, and sell it; or what''s better, give it to me and let me sell it for you!—I mean, to people that want infants, for servants or apprentices, or for regular sons and daughters. Did you know, dear girl, that there were people in the world, like that?—and people like me, providing the infants? No?'' Again, I make no answer. Again she moves her hand. ''Well, perhaps this lady I am speaking of now didn''t know it either, till she came to me. Poor thing. The Borough woman had tried to help her, but she was too far on, she had only got sick. "Where''s your husband?" I said, before I took her in. "Where''s your ma? Where''s all your people? Won''t follow you here, will they?" She said they wouldn''t. She had no husband—that was her trouble, of course. Her mother was dead. She had run away from a great, grand house, forty miles from London—up-river, she said ..." She nods, still keeping her eyes on mine. I have grown colder than ever. ''Her father and her brother w