said it was just enough to take him back, if I would lend it to him. So,
of course, I did, and he asked me my name and where I lived, and I told
him."

"The scoundrel!" muttered Sir Edward.

Milly paused. "Why are you looking so angry, uncle? I was so glad to
give him the money; and then we talked a good deal, and I begged him not
to be one of God's probable sons any more. Fancy! He wouldn't believe
God loved him, and he wouldn't believe that God wanted him back! I told
him I should be quite frightened to get away from God, and he--well, he
almost didn't seem to care; he said no one cared what came of him,
whether he was hung, dead, or not; and I told him no one cared for me
much except nurse, but God did. I feel He loves me, and I know He loves
Jack just the same; doesn't He, uncle?"

"And when did nurse find you?" inquired Sir Edward, evading this
question.

Milly's little face, which had been gradually brightening with the
interest of her story, now clouded over again, and she hung her head.

"She was fearful angry with me. She was quite hot and red, and she
snatched me away, and said that Jack was a thief and--and a vagbag, or
something like that. She scolded me all the way home, and I don't think
she will ever love me again. She said it was just a chance she found me,
and if she hadn't come along that lane I should have been lost forever!
And she was angry most of all because I shook hands with Jack and wished
him good-bye. I don't think nurse would run and meet a probable son if
she had one; she thinks all ragged people are wicked. But I'm--I'm