"I 'spect she's going away in a kerridge to marry the rich lord,"
hazarded Bert.
"She's up to no good," said Emmeline vaguely.
Inside the shop the purchase of the doll had been decided on.
"It's a beautiful doll, and Bertha will be delighted with it," asserted
the mother of Victor loudly.
"Oh, very well," said Victor sulkily; "you needn't have it stuck into a
box and wait an hour while it's being done up into a parcel. I'll take
it as it is, and we can go round to Manchester Square and give it to
Bertha, and get the thing done with. That will save me the trouble of
writing: 'For dear Bertha, with Victor's love,' on a bit of paper."
"Very well," said his mother, "we can go to Manchester Square on our way
home. You must wish her many happy returns of to-morrow, and give her
the doll."
"I won't let the little beast kiss me," stipulated Victor.
His mother said nothing; Victor had not been half as troublesome as she
had anticipated. When he chose he could really be dreadfully naughty.
Emmeline and Bert were just moving away from the window when Morlvera
made her exit from the shop, very carefully in Victor's arms. A look of
sinister triumph seemed to glow in her hard, inquisitorial face.
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