"That's nonsense. I don't know what you say, and I don't know what to call you." My father had desired the household, if possible, to give no name to the woman in the child's hearing. "Call me mam, if you like." "But you're not a lady, and I won't say ma'am to you," said Theo, rude as a child will sometimes be when least she intends offence. Her mother set her down, and gave a deep sigh. Was it only that the child's restlessness and roughness tired her? My father thought otherwise. "Tell me; tell me," the child persisted, beating her with her little clenched fist. "Take me up again, and tell me, or I will make you." My father thought it time to interfere. He stepped forward. The mother started with a little cry, and caught up the child. "Theo," said my father, "I cannot allow you to be rude, especially to one who loves you more than any one else loves you." The woman set her down again, dropped on her knees, and caught and kissed his hand. The child stared; but she stood in awe of my father,--perhaps the more that she had none for any one else,--and, when her mother lifted her once more, was carried away in silence. The difficulty was got over by the child's being told to call her mother _Nurse_. My father was now sufficiently satisfied with immediate results to carry out the remainder of his contingent plan, of which my mother heartily approved. The gardener and his wife being elderly people, and having no family, therefore not requiring the whole of their cottage, which was within a short distance of the house, could spare a room, which my mother got arranged for the gypsy; and there she was housed, with free access to her child, and the understanding that when Theo liked to sleep with her, she was at liberty to do so. She was always ready to make herself useful; but it was little she could do for some time, and it was with difficulty that she settled to any occupation at all continuous.