children they want to take in and make better. And the question is,
What will she do when they send her out again?"

"That's just what I can't tell, though I've been thinking of it
over and over, sir. Her crossing was taken long ago, and I couldn't
bear to see Nanny fighting for it, especially with such a poor
fellow as has taken it. He's quite lame, sir."

"She doesn't look much like fighting, now, does she, Diamond?"

"No, sir. She looks too like an angel. Angels don't fight--
do they, sir?"

"Not to get things for themselves, at least," said Mr. Raymond.

"Besides," added Diamond, "I don't quite see that she would have
any better right to the crossing than the boy who has got it.
Nobody gave it to her; she only took it. And now he has taken it."

"If she were to sweep a crossing--soon at least--after the illness
she has had, she would be laid up again the very first wet day,"
said Mr. Raymond.

"And there's hardly any money to be got except on the wet days,"
remarked Diamond reflectively. "Is there nothing else she
could do, sir?"

"Not without being taught, I'm afraid."

"Well, couldn't somebody teach her something?"