The charm of colour fascinated her eye, the graceful movement had a meaning for her.

Springing up from her despondent attitude she leaned from the doorway, and felt a flush of joy glow in her heavy little heart.

The same thrill of delight that had enraptured her when, as a babe not higher than the flag leaves, she stretched her hands towards the yellow lilies, pierced her now, but with a stronger, more conscious joy.
When Mrs.Kane returned she found her ready to take a more hopeful view of the future that was at hand.
"I have got to go," she said; "and I am going.

But I may come to you when I like.

And when the pride gets bad I will always come." Mrs.Kane promised to keep Scamp for her own, and so Hetty could see all her friends at once when she visited the cottage..