her tiny hand cosily in his, and said, "Oh, how lovely!"
"Moti is devoted to Dilâl," said her mother, when the children were gone. "And it is no wonder, for he is perfectly devoted to her. We have had him a couple of years, now, and we know that he is absolutely trustworthy. He does everything for Moti that a white nurse could, and, when she had a dangerous illness last winter, he did not sleep for several nights."
"Only fancy!" said Mrs. Fane.
"Yes, Dilâl is a first-rate fellow," Colonel Fane agreed.
"But don't you ever feel nervous about him?" asked Mrs. Fane.
"Nervous?" repeated Cousin Polly a little scornfully, "no, indeed; why should I?"
"Oh, I don't know," answered Mrs. Fane with a little laugh, "only I know I could n't stand having any one with me
