He had been obliged to wait to put up his horses and see to their wants for the night before he could come home.

The message he brought from the Hall was that Hetty must stay where she was till her foot was better, as moving about was so bad for a sprain.

Mrs.Enderby would see Mrs.Kane about her to-morrow.
The tiny whitewashed room where she slept that night was the one in which she had slept when a toddling baby, and Hetty wondered at herself as she looked round it thankfully.

A patchwork quilt covered the bed, and a flower-pot in the one small window, and some coloured prints on the wall, were its only adornments.

But it was extremely clean and neat, and, in spite of the pain in her foot, Hetty felt more content as she laid her head on the coarse pillow than she had felt for a great many weeks past..