I'm going to tea with her to-morrow afternoon." The reason why there had been space for this tete-a-tete can only be known by looking into the back kitchen, where Totty had been discovered rubbing a stray blue-bag against her nose, and in the same moment allowing some liberal indigo drops to fall on her afternoon pinafore.
But now she appeared holding her mother's hand--the end of her round nose rather shiny from a recent and hurried application of soap and water.
"Here she is!" said the captain, lifting her up and setting her on the low stone shelf.

"Here's Totty! By the by, what's her other name?
She wasn't christened Totty." "Oh, sir, we call her sadly out of her name.

Charlotte's her christened name.

It's a name i' Mr.Poyser's family: his grandmother was named Charlotte.

But we began with calling her Lotty, and now it's got to Totty.