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"Take him away," sobbed Mrs Nevill Tyson

"Ma'am?" said the nurse

"Take him away, I tell you I won't--I can't nurse him It--it makes me

ill"

And forthwith she went off into a fit of hysterics

It was at this crisis of the baby's fate that Miss Batchelor, of all

people, took it into her head to call After all, Tyson was Nevill

Tyson, Esquire, of Thorneytoft, and his wife had been somewhere very near

death's door People ould have died rather than call for any other

reason, called "to inquire" As did Miss Batchelor, saying to herself

that nothing should induce her to go in

Now as she was inquiring in her very softest voice, who should coreeted her He was polite; he

was char; for as a matter of fact he had been rather hard-driven of

late, and a little kindness touched him, especially when it caood of you, Miss Batchelor," said he "I hope you'll come

in and see my wife"

Miss Batchelor played nervously with her card-case

"I--I--Would your ould Mrs Tyson care to see ain "I think I can answer for that"

And to her own intense surprise, for the first and last time Miss

Batchelor crossed the threshold of Thorneytoft

They found the little wo-room with her hands

before her, and Mrs Nevill Tyson did not sreeted her Perhaps with her feminine instinct and antipathy, she felt

that Miss Batchelor had not come to see her So she sall and ood to the clever wo back to her recollection the occasion on