rr Baby, understanding, though she did not speak
English. "See in him's money-box;" he held out the money-box with some
difficulty for, having Minet under the other arm, it was not easy for
him to get his hands free; "him had two yellow pennies, one big and one
little, him gived the big one for the shiny jugs."

"Was that the price of the jugs?" auntie asked the man.

"No, Madame, I have the change to give the little gentleman. See here,"
and he held out two large silver coins, the size of crowns, which auntie
took.

"I don't think the jugs are dear," she said, with a smile, turning to
the young woman, who looked pleased. "And some day," she went on, "we
will come to see you, and bring you some little thing for your little
girl, as you have been so kind to my little boy. Come now, Baby dear, we
must get home as quick as we can."

"But the little girl, the pitty little girl," said Herr Baby, "him must
say good-bye to _her_."

"There she is beside you," said auntie, thinking, of course, that he
meant the young woman's little girl, "say good-bye to her."

"No, no," said Baby, "him doesn't mean her. Him means the pitcher little
girl, _her_," he went on, pointing to the young woman, "her gottened her
down for him to see, 'cos him were trying to reach up to kiss her."

That was why the picture was no longer in the window then? Where was it?
Auntie turned round as she felt Baby pulling her.

"Her's there," he said, pointing to a chair on which the picture had
been set down hurriedly with the face the other way. Auntie turned it
round. Dear little face! It smiled at her again with the pretty half
wistful, half wise expression, which had so taken her fancy. Now it
seemed to her to be saying--

"I am so glad you have found him. I knew where he was. I am so glad to
have helped you to find him;" and when Baby lifted his little face to
kiss, with his rosy living lips, the picture of the child, who had once
been living and loving like him, I can hardly tell you the strange
feeling that went through auntie's heart.

"She must have been a dear good little girl, whoever she was," she
thought to herself. "It would be nice to leave a sweet feeling behind
one in the world long after one is dead, such as that little face gives.
I should like to have that picture. I must see about it."

But to-day there was no time to be wasted.

Auntie took Baby by the hand, persuading him to let her carry the
precious jugs, as Minet and the m