"pennies;" he called them all "pennies," brown, white, and even yellow
pennies, for Baby had a pound and a ten shilling piece that had been
given him on his last birthday, and that he had never been able to make
up his mind how to spend. He looked at them now with great satisfaction.

"See, Denny," he said, "him has two yellow pennies, a big and a little,
and free white pennies, a big and a little and a littler, and five brown
pennies. Him knows there's five, for him can count up to five, 'cos
five's just as old as him is going to be. See, Denny, isn't there a lot?
And the yellow pennies could be turned into lots and lots of white
pennies Lisa says, and the white pennies could be turned into lots of
brown pennies, isn't it funny? Isn't him werry rich, Denny?"

"Yes, I suppose so," said Denny, "I really don't know. I wish you
wouldn't chatter so, Baby. I can't learn my lessons."

Poor Baby! It was not often he was to blame for "chattering so." But he
looked with great respect at Denny for having lessons to do, and was
not at all offended. Denny was proud of being with Celia and the new
governess, but I think her pleasure was a little spoilt by finding that
the new governess had no idea of taking care of a little girl who didn't
do any lessons, and this evening she was rather cross at a row of French
words which she had to learn to say the next morning. Baby went quietly
off into the corner with his money-box, but finding it rather dull to
have no one to show his pennies to, he went out of the room, which you
remember was downstairs, and, opening a door which led to the kitchen,
peeped about in hopes of seeing his friend Minet. He had not long to
wait--Minet had a corner of her own by the kitchen wall, on the other
side of which was the stove, and where she found herself almost as warm
as in the kitchen, when Monsieur Jean-Georges objected to her company.
She was curled up in this corner when she heard Baby's soft voice
calling her--"Minet, Minet, pussy, pussy," and up she got, slowly and
lazily, as cats do when they are half asleep, but still willingly
enough, for she dearly loved Herr Baby.

"Minet," said Baby, when she appeared, and coming up to him rubbed her
furry coat against his little bare legs, "Minet, dear, come and sit wif
him on the 'teps going down to the garden, and him'll tell you about
his money."

But Lisa, coming by just then, said it was too cold now to sit on stone
steps; for warm as it was in th