ps you do
not know of the change, will you tell your Mother this is my new
address," and then she repeated it slowly twice to the child: "5,
George-street, Bloomsbury. Now, you will remember that, little girl,
won't you? and when I want your Mother to come to do a day's charing I
will let her know."

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Netty had scarcely listened at the time. What did it matter to her? for
she was not Susy Minchin: she was Netty Floss.

But now like a ray of sunshine the memory of this address crossed her
mind.

George-street, Bloomsbury, was a long way off, but Netty was a brave
walker. It took two hours, carrying that heavy baby, to get there, and
as she walked the baby's face frightened her more and more, but with the
aid of several friendly policemen she did get at last to George-street.
She walked up the steps of the tall house and sounded the knocker, and
waited with great anxiety until the door was opened. It was opened, not
by a servant, who in all probability would have sent Netty away, but by
no less a person than Mrs. Holmes herself.

"Why, Susy!" cried the lady, starting back; "who would suppose that I
should see you here, and the dear baby too? What is the matter?"

"Oh! let me in," panted poor Netty; "do, please, and I ain't Susy--I'm
Netty, and this ain't my little cousin--he's my own brother, and he's
bad, very bad. Oh, ma'am, I'm such a miserable girl!"

In great astonishment Mrs. Holmes did allow the little girl to come into
the house. She took her into a small room and looked at once at the
baby. One glance showed her that he was very ill indeed.

"My dear child," she said, "what a good thing you came when you did. In
an hour's time the poor baby might have died."

Mrs. Holmes rang the bell briskly.

"Bring a hot bath here and some mustard immediately," she said to the
servant; "and be quick, please, and then go round to Dr. Ross at the
corner and say that Mrs. Holmes wants to see him at once."

[Illustration: _"Why, Susy! what is the matter?"_]

All these things were done. The baby was taken out of Netty's arms,
undressed, and put into the bath. The doctor called, felt his little
swollen gums, and said they were really at the root of the mischief. He
lanced them and the baby got immediate relief. In less than an hour he
was lying in a soft sleep in Netty's arms.

"He will do now," said Dr. Ross; "but if matters had been postponed I
would not have given much chance of his life."

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