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."
"O 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. To be sure its more like a name for a dog than a Christian child."
"Totty's a capital name. "Why, she looks like a Totty. Has she got a pocket on?" said the Captain, feeling in his own waistcoat pockets.
Totty immediately with great gravity lifted up her frock, and showed a tiny pink pocket at present in a state of collapse.
"It dot notin in it," she said, as she looked down at it very earnestly.
"No! what a pity! such a pretty pocket. Well, I think I've got some things in mine that will make a pretty jingle in it. Yes! I declare I've got five little round silver things, and hear what a pretty
