There was a great deal to plan, and her mind was full of business.

Who was to look after her various village schemes while she and Lady Winterbourne were away in London?
Mary Harden had hardly brains enough, dear little thing as she was.

They must find some capable woman and pay her.

The Cravens would tell her, of course, that she was on the high road to the most degrading of _roles_--the _role_ of Lady Bountiful.

But there were Lady Bountifuls and Lady Bountifuls.