"My name," she said, "is Rose Mary Catherine Maude Caversham," or some such name. "Oh!" exclaimed the lady in black, opening her lips for the first time, and speaking sharply. "You must not say all those names! It is enough to say your name is Rose." The child turned and looked at her, studying her face, and then with heightened colour and with something like indignation in her tone, she replied: "That _is_ my name! Why should I not tell it when I am asked?" The lady said nothing, and the child turned her face to me again. I said it was a very pretty name and I had been pleased to hear it, and glad she told it to me without leaving anything out. Silence still on the part of the lady. "I think," I resumed, "that you are a rather wonderful child;--have they taught you the ABC?" "Oh no, they don't teach me things like that--I pick all that up." "And one and one make two--do you pick that up as well?" "Yes, I pick that up as well." "Then," said I, recollecting Humpty Dumpty's question in arithmetic to Alice, "how much is one-an'-one-an'-one-an'-one-an'-one-an'-one?"--speaking it as it should be spoken, very rapidly. She looked at me quite earnestly for a moment, then said, "And can _you_ tell me how much is two-an'-two-an'-two-an'-two-an'-two-an'-two?"--and several more two's all in a rapid strain. "No," I said, "you have turned the tables on me very cleverly. But tell me, do they teach you nothing?" "Oh yes, they teach me something!" Then dropping her head a little on one side and lifting her little hands she began practising scales on the bar of her pram. Then, looking at me with a half-smile on her lips, she said: "That's what they teach me." After a little further conversation she told me she was from London, and was down with her people for their holiday. I said it seemed strange to me she should be having a holiday so late in the season. "Look," I said, "at that cold grey sea and the great stretch of sand with only one group of two or three children left on it with their little buckets and spades." "Yes," she said, in a meditative way; "it is very late." Then, after a pause, she turned towards me with an expression in her face which said plainly enough: I am now going to give you a little confidential information. Her words were: "The fact is we are just waiting for the baby." "Oh!" screamed the lady in black. "Why have you said such a thing! You must not say such things!"