Mrs.Kane was just screwing up her eyes, trying to thread a needle, when Hetty dashed in and flung her arms around her neck.
"Oh, Mrs.Kane, the pride has got so bad again; and I have been quarrelling with Phyllis and wanting to run away." "Run away!" said Mrs.Kane; "oh, no, dearie, never run away from your post." "What is my post ?" said Hetty weeping; "I have no post.

I am only a charity girl and in everybody's way.

Phyllis hints it to me in every way she can, even when she does not say it outright.

Oh, how can I have patience to grow up?
Why does it take so long to get old ?" Mrs.Kane sighed.

"It doesn't take long to grow old, dear, once you are fairly in the tracks of the years.