Catching up the bundle of rags in her arms, she sprang out of the cellar and ran across the street to the queen's house, Norah and Flanagan coming quickly after her.

At the door, through which Pinky had passed, Norah paused, and turning to the infuriated Irish woman, said, sternly, "Go back! I won't have you in here; and if you make a row, I'll tell John to lock you up." "I want my Nell," said the woman, her manner changing.

There was a shade of alarm in her voice.
"You can't have her to-night; so that's settled.

And if there's any row, you'll be locked up." Saying which, Norah went in and shut the door, leaving Flanagan on the outside.
The bundle of dirty rags with the wasted body of a child inside, the body scarcely heavier than the rags, was laid by Pinky in the corner of a settee, and the unsightly mass shrunk together like something inanimate.
"I thought you'd had enough with old Sal," said Norah, in a tone of reproof, as she came in.
"Couldn't help it," replied Pinky.

"I'm bad enough, but I can't stand to see a child abused like that--no, not if I die for it." Norah crossed to the settee and spoke to Nell.