"That's 'er, sir. Molly was so fond of 'er, and she liked Molly, too." "Do you know, Barbara, what became of Miss Beatrice?" "No, sir; do you?" I evaded the question. "Can you read?" I asked. "Large letters, when they're wrote plain, sir." "You can't read newspapers?" "No, sir." "When Molly went away--we will speak about that presently--did nobody tell you that something had happened in this house?" "No, sir; I didn't speak about Molly or the 'ouse to nobody, and nobody spoke to me. Wot did 'appen, sir?" "Never mind just now. It is for me to ask questions." "I beg yer pardon, sir." "No need, Barbara. Where and how did you live, my dear, while Molly was in service here?" "It's 'ard to say, sir. I lived anywhere and any'ow. If it 'adn't been for Molly I don't think I'd 'ave lived at all. She used to say, used Molly, 'One day we'll live together, Barbara. When yer grows up, per'aps Miss Beatrice 'll give yer a place with 'er. Then we shall be in the same 'ouse, and we'll be as 'appy as the day's long.' The day aint come yet, sir." "When Molly worked here used you to come and see her?" "On the sly, sir. Mr. Nesbit, Molly sed, wouldn't allow no followers, and nobody else come to the 'ouse that didn't 'ave no business there, so I 'ad to come unbeknown to 'im. One night I wos in the kitching when Molly 'eard 'im coming down. She 'id me quick be'ind the clothes 'orse, as 'ad some things drying. It was lucky for me and Molly that he didn't ketch sight of me, or he'd 'ave bundled us both out. My 'eart wos in my mouth all the time." "You saw Mr. Nesbit?" "Yes, sir; I peeped through the things and sor 'im." "A nice looking gentleman, Barbara?" "Quite the other, sir; but 'e spoke smooth to Molly." "Did you ever see Miss Beatrice?" "Once, sir, the same way, and I think she knew I wos 'iding, but she never sed nothink. She was the nicest looking young lady I ever sor." "Tell me about Molly going away."