oney-box were already more than enough
for him. And, even with her help, it was not so easy to manage at all,
and auntie was very glad to meet Mademoiselle Lucie a little way down
the street, and get her to carry part.

Mademoiselle Lucie was delighted, as you can fancy, to see Herr Baby
again. She had been coming back in great trouble to look for auntie; for
very unluckily, as she thought, she had found that her brother was out,
and she had not therefore gone to the police office.

"A very good thing, after all," said auntie; "it would only have been
giving trouble for nothing, as we have found him."

But she said to Mademoiselle Lucie, in a low voice, to say nothing about
the police before Herr Baby, as it might frighten him.

"Would it not, perhaps, be a good thing to frighten him a little?" said
Mademoiselle Lucie; "he would not run off again."

Auntie shook her head.

"Not in that way," she said. "We will make him understand how he has
frightened _us_. That will be the best way."

"How did he mean to get home alone, I wonder," said Mademoiselle Lucie;
"how could he have carried all he had, and Minet too?"

"I don't know, I'm sure," said auntie. "How did you mean to carry
everything home, Baby dear?"

Baby looked puzzled.

"Him doesn't know," he said. "P'r'aps him thought Minet would carry
some," he added, with a smile.

Auntie smiled too. Mademoiselle Lucie looked up for auntie to explain to
her, for she did not understand Baby's talk any better than he did hers.

Suddenly another idea struck auntie.

"How did you manage to tell the old man in the shop what you wanted to
buy?" she said.

Baby considered.

"Him sawed the pitty little girl," he said; "her was looking at the
shiny glasses--_always_--her was keeping them for him. Him asked her to.
Then him touched them; him climbed up on a chair in the shop and touched
them, and then him showed all him's pennies to the old man; but the lady
wif the baby knowed the best what him wanted. Her were very nice, but
the pitty little girl were the goodest, weren't her?"

Auntie listened quietly, for Baby spoke quite gravely.

"It would be nice to have that pretty picture, wouldn't it, Baby?"

"Yes," said Baby; but he didn't look _quite_ pleased. "Auntie," he said,
"him doesn't like you to call her a _pitcher_. Him thinks her's a _zeal_
little girl, a zeal fairy little girl. Her tookened care of the shiny
glasses so nice for him, didn't her?"

And auntie