Suddenly she whipped it off the child's shoulders, and said angrily: "How dared you take my things, you bad child ?" "Is it yours?
Then you are my mamma; ain't you?
You are Mamma!" she continued gleefully; and before Mrs.Tretherick could avoid her, she had dropped her doll, and, catching the woman's skirts with both hands, was dancing up and down before her.
"What's your name, child ?" said Mrs.Tretherick coldly, removing the small and not very white hands from her garments.
"Tarry." "Tarry ?" "Yeth.

Tarry.

Tarowline." "Caroline ?" "Yeth.

Tarowline Tretherick." "Whose child ARE you ?" demanded Mrs.Tretherick still more coldly, to keep down a rising fear.
"Why, yours," said the little creature with a laugh.

"I'm your little durl.