There's a nicer cup of tea than they'd give you at the Hall; for the little brown pot on the hearth makes better tea than ever comes out of silver.

I was a maid in a big house once myself, and I know the difference." In answer to this Hetty sat up as well as the pain of her foot would allow, and flung her arms round Mrs.Kane's neck.
"Oh, keep me here with you!" she cried.

"I am tired of being grand.

I will stay with you and learn to be a useful girl, if only you will love me." Mrs.Kane heaved a long sigh as Hetty's arms fastened round her neck.
Now she felt rewarded for all the love and care she had poured out on the child during the three years she had had her for her own.

A little bit of hard ice that had always been lying at the bottom of her heart ever since Hetty had left her, now melted away, and she said, half laughing and half crying: "Come now, deary, don't be talking nonsense.