"I wonder how much she mäakes at it." "Not much, I reckon. She's a very low-class sort, and not at all young." "Täake care--she might hear you." "Oh, don't you worry," said the lady blandly; "I like listening to you, and I was only waiting till you'd stopped before I introduced myself." Bill gasped, and David forgot that he was a man of the world, and sidled against his brother. "Don't you know me?" continued the siren, tilting her hat back from her face. "No-o-o." "Ever heard of your sister Caro?" Both boys started, and stared at her in utter blankness. "Well, it wasn't to be expected as you'd recognise me. You were only little boys, and I've changed a bit. Maybe I shouldn't have spoken to you--got no decent feelings, some people would say; but I justabout couldn't help it. I heard you call each other David and Bill, and talk about Odiam and that, so I'd have known you even if you hadn't been the dead spit of your father." The boys still didn't seem to have much to say, so she continued: "I heard of your brother Pete the other day--never knew he'd left home till I saw his name down to preach at Piddinghoe Mission Hall last month. He's called Salvation Pete now, as I daresay you know, and I half thought of going to hear him, only times are so bad I couldn't afford an evening off. When did he leave Odiam?--I should like some news of home." "He quitted years ago, when we were little chaps. Salvation got him." "I reckon that must have come hard on fäather--he always was unaccountable set on Pete. Heard anything of Tilly lately?" "No, nothing particular. But fäather's going to buy the Grandturzel inclosure." "And Rose?" "Who's Rose?" "Your mother, my precious innocents. But look here, you shall ask me to supper--it'll only be doing the decent thing by me--and you shall tell me about them all at Odiam--as used to be at Odiam, rather, for I reckon there's nobody but yourselves there now." David and William looked at each other uneasily; however, there was nothing else to be done, and also a certain excitement and curiosity inspired them. So they set out with Caro to an eating-house chosen by herself in a small fish-smelling back street. They were much too embarrassed to order supper, so Caro good-naturedly did this for them--fish and chips, and three bottles of six ale. "I don't often come here," she said--"this is a bit too classy for me. I go mostly to the coffee stalls down by the harbour. You mustn't think as I'm coining money at this, you know. I work mostly among the fishermen, and they're a seedy lot. I started up town, but I'm not so young as I was, and sometimes even at the harbour I find it unaccountable hard to git off."