First thing I noticed was they didn' know he was called Chandon, for Glasson took a piece o' paper an' wrote it down.

I was afraid of Glasson, an' pitched that yarn about an aunt o' mine, which was all kid.

I never 'ad no aunt." "What's your name, by the way ?" "Tilda." "Tilda what ?" "That's what they _all_ arsks," said Tilda wearily.

"I dunno.

If a body _can't_ do without father an' mother, I'll make up a couple to please you, same as I made up a aunt for Glasson.