"You are a lady!" "What difference does that make ?" asked Aurora, laughing and insisting.
"This is not right!" Regina still protested, and the blush had not left her cheeks.
But Aurora smoothed the torn stocking under the sole of each foot, and slipped on the shoes, which were by no means tight, and tied the lacing fast.
"Thank you, Signorina," Regina said, much confused.

"You are too good!" She picked up her hat and put it on, but she was not clever with the pin, for she was used to having Settimia do everything for her which she had not learned to do for herself before she had come to Rome.
"I can never manage it without Settimia," she said, as if excusing herself for her awkwardness, as she again submitted to Aurora's help.
"Settimia ?" repeated the young girl, as she put the hat on and thrust a long pin through it.

"Who is Settimia ?" "Our--I mean my maid," Regina explained.

"Thank you.

You are too good!" "It is an uncommon name," Aurora said, looking critically at the hat.
"But I think I have heard it before." "She is a wonderful woman.