She had not been long occupied, ere Rind called her, saying Mr.Knight, who, it will be remembered, had brought her to the poor-house, was down stairs and wanted to see her, and that there was a lady with him, too.
Mary readily guessed that the lady must be Mrs.Mason and carefully brushing her hair, and tying on a clean apron, she descended to the kitchen, where she was met by Mr.Knight, who called out, "Hallo, my child, how do you do?
'Pears to me you've grown handsome.

It agrees with you to live here I reckon, but I'll venture you'll be glad enough to leave, and go and live with her, won't you ?" pointing towards a lady, who was just coming from Mrs.Parker's room, and towards whom Mary's heart instantly warmed.
"You see," continued Mr.Knight, "one of the Lincoln girls has taken a mighty shine to you, and it's queer, too, for they're dreadful stuck-up folks." "If you please, sir," said Mary, interrupting him, "Jenny isn't a bit stuck up." "Umph!" returned Mr.Knight.

"She don't belong to the Lincoln race then, I guess.

I know them, root and branch.

Lincoln's wife used to work in the factory at Southbridge, but she's forgot all about that, and holds her head dreadful high whenever she sees me.