Now, I can't drive you up to the door of the Hall in this lumbering big vehicle; but if you'll condescend to come to our cottage for an hour, I'll take a message to say where you are, and Mrs.
Enderby will send for you properly, no doubt." Hetty's heart was full as she thanked John Kane for his kindness.

She had almost been afraid that he would break out into raptures and want to hug her as Mrs.Kane had done; but when she found him so cold and respectful a lump rose in her throat, and something seemed to tell her that as she had pushed away from her the love of these good honest people, she deserved to be as lonely and unloved as she was.
Fortunately it was quite dark when the cart passed through the village, so that no one noticed whom John Kane had got cowering down in his cart behind the logs of timber.

When he stopped at his own door his wife came out, and he said to her in a low voice: "Look you here, Anne, if I haven't brought you home little Hetty a second time out of trouble.

Found her on the road I did, with her ankle sprained.

We'll take her in for the present, and I'll go to the Hall and tell the gentlefolks." Mrs.Kane had just been making ready her husband's tea, and the fire was burning brightly in her tidy kitchen, making it look pretty and homelike.