"Oh, yes"--a faint smile crossed Christina's face--"and just now it is rather hard to get. Nobody seems to want the sort of work that I can do. You see, I have had very little education--not enough to teach big children--and I have no certificates or diplomas, or anything. I don't think my father ever dreamt that I should have to earn my own living, or he would have had me trained to do it." "But you have taken care of little children?" again Lady Cicely's eyes searched the girl's face earnestly--"and you are very fond of them?" "I love them," Christina said, for the third time, "and I am never tired of being with them, and taking care of them. But there are such lots of other girls like me, with very few qualifications, and so, though I answer ever so many advertisements, I can't get a place." "Do you mind waiting here just a moment?" Lady Cicely asked abruptly. "I--I should like you to see Baba before you go; perhaps we might find--we might think----" and with this vague sentence, the small lady went out of the room, leaving Christina puzzled and wondering. Lady Cicely meanwhile hurried downstairs to the library, where a man sat looking over a mass of legal papers. "Rupert," she exclaimed impetuously, "it is the girl who brought Baba back, and my brain is teeming with plans for helping her." "Is she a young person?" "No, no--a lady. Very shabby, very tired-looking, very poor, I should guess; but unmistakably a lady. And--I'm so sorry for her, Rupert; she is just a slip of a girl, who looks as if she wanted mothering." "Now, Cicely, do you wish to embark on the mother's role? As one of your trustees, let me warn you I shan't allow any quixotism." "Leave those tiresome old papers for five minutes, and come and see this girl. I don't want to be quixotic, and I am ready to abide by your judgment, but come and look at Miss Moore." "The tiresome old papers are fairly important deeds connected with your estate, and the future inheritance of your daughter, Miss Veronica Joan Redesdale," her cousin answered with a laugh; "but I suppose your ladyship's whims must take precedence of your property. Where is Miss Moore?" "In my boudoir, and very shy. I am sure she was afraid at first that I meant to offer her money, there was a sort of proud shrinking in her eyes--and she has very pretty eyes, too. Of course, my idea _had_ been to offer her money, because I imagined she would be of the shop-girl type, but I should as soon think of offering you money, as of suggesting giving it to Miss Moore." "Come along, then; let us get the inspection over. But, if you can't give her money, what do you propose to do with her?" "I--thought"--Lady Cicely paused, glanced into her cousin's grave face, and glanced away again--"I fancied, perhaps, I might help her to get work. She is horribly poor, and she looks half-fed, and so tired. I--well--I--really and truly, Rupert, I wondered whether she could come here as nurse to Baba."