There used to be relations of mine lived somewhere here; I don't know the house, nor the street exactly.

The name isn't so very common.

If you don't mind, I should like to ask you who the child's parents was.' Mrs.Peckover's eyes were searching the speaker with the utmost closeness.
'I don't mind tellin' you,' she said, 'that there _is_ a child of that name in the 'ouse, a young girl, at least.

Though I don't rightly know her age, I take her for fourteen or fifteen.' The old man seemed to consult his recollections.
'If it's anyone I'm thinking of,' he said slowly, 'she can't be quite as old as that.' The woman's face changed; she looked away for a moment.
'Well, as I was sayin', I don't rightly know her age.

Any way, I'm responsible for her.