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`` Well , I ca n't say I ever saw the doctor come down from the clouds enough for that , '' observed Mr. Barlow dryly ; `` but I hope his little great-niece -- am I right in the pedigree , Oscar ? -- will set us to rights , and bring in the age of civilisation for us . '' Inna could but laugh a tinkling laugh at this , and asked timidly , `` Do you live here , Mr. Barlow ? '' `` No , dear ; but I 'm here morning , noon , and night . My head-quarters are at Mrs. Tussell 's , whose name ought to be , now , guess what ? '' People must suppose she had an aptitude for guessing , Inna thought , and asked with rosy cheeks was it `` Fussy '' ? `` Just the word ; only you must n't tell her so , '' was the reply ; at which Inna shook her head , and said she could not be so rude .