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At the door they
met the pretty young nurse, with a delicate sea-green embroidered
cashmere bundle in her arms.
"Little Lady Green Mantle," exclaimed Jenny.
"Erin-go-bragh," said Julius. "Rose clung to her colours in spite
of all predictions about 'the good people.' Asleep of course," as
Jenny took her and uncovered her face. "She won't exhibit her eyes,
but they are quite _proper_ coloured."
"Yes, I see she is like Raymond!"
"Do you? They all say she is a perfect Charnock, though how they
know I can't guess. There," after a little more baby-worship, "you
may take her Emma."
"Is that the under-nurse?" asked Jenny, rather surprised by her
juvenility.
"The sole one. My mother and Susan are rather concerned, but Rose
asserts that experience in that department is always associated with
gin; and she fell in love with this girl--a daughter of John
Gadley's, who is much more respectable than he of the 'Three
Pigeons.' I suppose it is not in the nature of things for two women
to have the same view of nursery matters, unless one have brought up
the other.


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