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“Do show me the tickets, Ben,” said Netty.

Ben thrust his hand into his trousers pocket and presently brought out two little pieces of cardboard on which the magical words were written which would take him and his sister to the school feast.

“There,” he said; “it’s all right–as right as can be.”

“But that isn’t your name, Ben; it’s Tom Minchin, Tom Minchin and a number.”

“Well, and I’ll be Tom Minchin for to-morrow,” said Ben; “and you’ll be his sister Susy Minchin. We’ll drop our own names for the day.”

“But what about the real Tom and Susy Minchin? Won’t they come and find out everything, and won’t they be disappointed?” said Netty, who had a strong sense of justice in her little nature.

“Let them be: it’s our turn for a bit of fun. Perhaps they won’t come, as they weren’t there to-day. Anyhow, we’ll risk it. I’m going, but you needn’t be Susy Minchin unless you like.”

“Oh, I’ll be Susy,” answered Netty, after a moment’s anxious reflection; “but we must take baby. What’s to be done with baby? Mother said I was to take charge of him all to-morrow, as she’s going out charing. I can’t leave baby–that I can’t, Ben.”

“If you take the baby we’ll be found out,” said Ben.

“Well, I must risk it,” said Netty; “I can’t help it. You can go as Tom Minchin, Ben, and if they turn me back on account of the baby–why, they must, that’s all.”

“They won’t let baby come, so you had best leave him at home. There’s old Mrs. Court can look after him,” said Ben, indicating an old woman who sometimes took care of babies for twopence a day.

“I never thought of Mrs. Court,” said Netty, in a reflective voice; “but where’s the use? I haven’t the twopence.”

“I believe I could manage that,” said Ben; “it’s worth a good try, isn’t it?”

“Well, let us run and ask her,” said Netty; “it would be a great pity if I didn’t get off with the rest of you. Do let me look at the tickets once more, Ben.”

Ben condescended to give Netty one more peep.

“Don’t you forget when they’re calling out our names that you are Susy Minchin,” he said; “and now if I can get twopence Mrs. Court will look after baby.”

Netty kissed the baby on its little mouth.

“I’d take you if I could, baby,” she said; “but oh, the sea! the sea! I just do pine for it. I’ll bring you back lots of shells, baby, that I will, and you won’t mind old Mrs. Court for once, and I’ll have such tales to tell you when I come back.”

So Netty went to find old Mrs. Court, and between them they arranged for the baby’s comfort on the following day and Mrs. Court was to have her twopence in the evening.

But the best-made plans do not always come to pass, for Netty that evening received a lecture from her Mother on the subject of Mrs. Court.

“What is this I hear?” cried the good woman; “that you mean to give baby to the care of that old woman! Not a bit of it! I wouldn’t allow the baby to be seen in her rooms for all you could give me. What do you want to get rid of the baby for? And what are you trying to hide from me, Netty?”

“It’s nothing really, Mother; it’s just that Ben and I are going to walk to Battersea Park, and we’ve a penny apiece to buy buns. You won’t stop us going, Mother?”

“Now aren’t you an unnatural girl!” cried Mrs. Floss. “Why shouldn’t you take the poor baby with you? Wouldn’t he like a sight of the park and the green trees as well as you? If you take the baby with you, I’ll give you each another penny, and an extra one for the baby, and you can all have a good time; now what do you say?”