Lucy, the maid, arrived with a message to know when Hetty would be able and willing to return to the Hall.
Mrs.Kane was out and Hetty was sitting in the sun at the back-garden door with one of John Kane's huge worsted stockings pulled over one little hand, while she darned away at it with the other.

At sight of Lucy her pride instantly waked up within her and rose in arms.

Hetty stared in dismay at smart flippant Lucy, and felt the old bad feelings rush back on her.

Tears started to her eyes as she saw all her lately acquired goodness flying away down the garden path, as it seemed to her, and out at the little garden gate.
"I don't think I am ready to go yet," said she; "but I will write to Mrs.Enderby myself.

Would you like to see Scamp, Lucy?
He has grown so fat and looks so well." Hetty could not resist saying this little triumphant word about the dog.