to a Christian style again； before we take wing for our different
destinations。 Tattycoram； stick you close to your young mistress。'
He spoke to a handsome girl with lustrous dark hair and eyes； and very
neatly dressed； who replied with a half curtsey as she passed off in the
train of Mrs Meagles and Pet。 They crossed the bare scorched terrace
all three together； and disappeared through a staring white archway。
Mr Meagles's panion； a grave dark man of forty； still stood looking
towards this archway after they were gone； until Mr Meagles tapped him
on the arm。
'I beg your pardon；' said he； starting。
'Not at all；' said Mr Meagles。
They took one silent turn backward and forward in the shade of the wall；
getting； at the height on which the quarantine barracks are placed； what
cool refreshment of sea breeze there was at seven in the morning。 Mr
Meagles's panion resumed the conversation。
'May I ask you；' he said； 'what is the name of……'
'Tattycoram？' Mr Meagles struck in。 'I have not the least idea。'
'I thought；' said the other； 'that……'
'Tattycoram？' suggested Mr Meagles again。
'Thank you……that Tattycoram was a name； and I have several times
wondered at the oddity of it。'
'Why； the fact is；' said Mr Meagles； 'Mrs Meagles and myself are； you
see； practical people。'
'That you have frequently mentioned in the course of the agreeable and
interesting conversations we have had together； walking up and down on
these stones；' said the other； with a half smile breaking through the
gravity of his dark face。
'Practical people。 So one day； five or six years ago now； when we took
Pet to church at the Foundling……you have heard of the Foundling Hospital
in London？ Similar to the Institution for the Found Children in Paris？'
'I have seen it。'
'Well！ One day when we took Pet to church there to hear the
music……because； as practical people； it is the business of our lives to
show her everything that we think can please her……Mother （my usual name
for Mrs Meagles） began to cry so； that it was necessary to take her out。
〃What's the matter； Mother？〃 said I； when we had brought her a little
round： 〃you are frightening Pet； my dear。〃 〃Yes； I know that； Father；〃
says Mother； 〃but I think it's through my loving her so much； that it
ever came into my head。〃 〃That ever what came into your head； Mother？〃
〃O dear； dear！〃 cried Mother； breaking out again； 〃when I saw all those
children ranged tier above tier； and appealing from the father none of
them has ever known on earth； to the great Father of us all in Heaven；
I thought； does any wretched mother ever e here； and look among those
young faces； wondering which is the poor child she brought into this
forlorn world； never through all its life to know her love； her kiss；
her face； her voice； even her name！〃 Now that was practical in Mother；
and I told her so。 I said； 〃Mother； that's what I call practical in you；
my dear。〃'
The other； not unmoved； assented。
'So I said next day： Now； Mother； I have a proposition to make that I
think you'll approve of。 Let us take one of those same little children
to be a little maid to Pet。 We are practical people。 So if we should
find her temper a little defective； or any of her ways a little wide
of ours； we shall know what we have to take into account。 We shall
know what an immense deduction must be made from all the influences and
experiences that have formed us……no parents； no child…brother or sister；
no individuality of home； no Glass Slipper； or Fairy Godmother。 And
that's the way we came by Tattycoram。'
'And the name itself……'
'By George！' said Mr Meagles； 'I was forgetting the name itself。 Why；
she was called in the Institution； Harriet Beadle……an arbitrary name；
of course。 Now； Harriet we changed into Hattey； and then into Tatty；
because； as practical people； we thought even a playful name might be
a new thing to her； and might have a softening and affectionate kind of
effect； don't you see？ As to Beadle； that I needn't say was wholly out
of the question。 If there is anything that is not to be tolerated on
any terms； anything that is a type of Jack…in…office insolence and
absurdity； anything that represents in coats； waistcoats； and big sticks
our English holding on by nonsense after every one has found it out； it
is a beadle。 You haven't seen a beadle lately？'
'As an Englishman who has been more than twenty years in China； no。'
'Then；' said Mr Meagles； laying his forefinger on his panion's breast
with great animation； 'don't you see a beadle； now； if you can help it。
Whenever I see a beadle in full fig； ing down a street on a Sunday
at the head of a charity school； I am obliged to turn and run away； or
I should hit him。 The name of Beadle being out of the question； and the
originator of the Institution for these poor foundlings having been a
blessed creature of the name of Coram； we gave that name to Pet's little
maid。 At one time she was Tatty； and at one time she was Coram； until we
got into a way of mixing the two names together； and now she is always
Tattycoram。'
'Your daughter；' said the other； when they had taken another silent turn
to and fro； and； after standing for a moment at the wall glancing down
at the sea； had resumed their walk； 'is your only child； I know； Mr
Meagles。 May I ask you……in no impertinent curiosity； but because I have
had so much pleasure in your society； may never in this labyrinth of
a world exchange a quiet word with you again； and wish to preserve an
accurate remembrance of you and yours……may I ask you； if I have not
gathered from your good wife that you have had other children？'
'No。 No；' said Mr Meagles。 'Not exactly other children。 One other
child。'
'I am afraid I have inadvertently touched upon a tender theme。'
'Never mind；' said Mr Meagles。 'If I am grave about it； I am not at all
sorroent； but does not make me unhappy。 Pet
had a twin sister who died when we could just see her eyes……exactly like
Pet's……above the table； as she stood on tiptoe holding by it。'
'Ah！ indeed； indeed！'
'Yes； and being practical people； a result has gradually sprung up in
the minds of Mrs Meagles and myself which perhaps you may……or perhaps
you may not……understand。 Pet and her baby sister were so exactly alike；
and so pletely one； that in our thoughts we have never been able
to separate them since。 It would be of no use to tell us that our dead
child was a mere infant。 We have changed that child according to the
changes in the child spared to us and always with us。 As Pet has grown；
that child has grown； as Pet has bee more sensible and womanly； her
sister has bee more sensible and womanly by just the same degrees。
It would be as hard to convince me that if I was to pass into the other
world to…morrow； I should not； through the mercy of God； be received
there by a daughter； just like Pet； as to persuade me that Pet herself
is not a reality at my side。' 'I understand you；' said the other；
gently。
'As to her；' pursued her father； 'the sudden loss of her little picture
and playfellow； and her early association with that mystery in which we
all have our equal share； but which is not often so forcibly pr