I'll be responsible for the boy--sulky little brat.' And the nurse went.

In a happy bustle she packed her boxes and went.

At the last moment Philip, on the doorstep watching her climb into the dog-cart, suddenly sprang forward.
'Oh, Nurse!' he cried, blundering against the almost moving wheel, and it was the first time he had called her by any name.

'Nurse, do--do say I may take Lucy's toys to play with; it _is_ so lonely here.

I may, mayn't I?
I may take them ?' Perhaps the nurse's heart was softened by her own happiness and the thought of the brother who was not drowned.