There was something _in_ this Florrie.

Already she was exhibiting the mysterious quality of efficiency.

The first day, being the first day, had of course not been without its discouraging moments, but on the whole Florrie had proved that she could be trusted to understand, and to do things.
"Here's an extra piece of sugar for you," said Mrs.Lessways, beaming, as Florrie left the parlour with her big breakfast-cup full of steaming tea, to drink with the thick bread-and-butter on the scrubbed kitchen- table, all by herself.

"And don't touch the gas in the kitchen--it's quite high enough for young eyes," Mrs.Lessways cried out after her.
"Little poppet!" she murmured to herself, maternally reflecting upon Florence's tender youth.
III She was happy, was Mrs.Lessways, in her domesticity.

She foresaw an immediate future that would be tranquil.