But you must say Master Buxton; be sure." "Who is the little girl, then," asked Maggie, "who sits with them in church ?" "Oh! that's little Miss Harvey, his niece, and a great fortune." "They do say he never forgave her mother till the day of her death," remarked Nancy.
"Then they tell stories, Nancy!" replied Mrs.Browne (it was she herself who had said it; but that was before Mr.Buxton's call).

For d'ye think his sister would have left him guardian to her child, if they were not on good terms ?" "Well! I only know what folks say.

And, for sure, he took a spite at Mr.
Harvey for no reason on earth; and every one knows he never spoke to him." "He speaks very kindly and pleasantly," put in Maggie.
"Ay; and I'm not saying but what he is a very good, kind man in the main.
But he has his whims, and keeps hold on 'em when he's got 'em.

There's them pies burning, and I'm talking here!" When Nancy had returned to her kitchen, Mrs.Browne called Maggie up stairs, to examine what clothes would be needed for Edward.

And when they were up, she tried on the black satin gown, which had been her visiting dress ever since she was married, and which she intended should replace the old, worn-out bombazine on the day of the visit to Combehurst.
"For Mrs.Buxton is a real born lady," said she; "and I should like to be well dressed, to do her honor." "I did not know there was a Mrs.Buxton," said Maggie.