It was only when she went up to bed that she allowed her thoughts to go back to the beautiful moment when she had fancied Miss Davis might have been thinking of making her an artist; and then she cried sadly as she thought of how foolish she had been in imagining even for a second that such a wild improbability had come true.
However, Hetty awakened next morning with a wholesome feeling of satisfaction in her mind which she could not at first account for.

In a few moments the conversation with Miss Davis rushed back upon her memory, and she knew that her contentment was due to the prospect of independence that had been put before her as so real and so near.

Once installed under Miss Davis's roof, teaching in school and earning the bread she ate, neither servants nor companions could taunt her with being a charity girl any more, Mr.Enderby's fears for her would then be laid to rest, and the dread of disappointing him would be lifted off her mind.

In Miss Davis's school she could live and work until she had acquired all that learning which to her was so hard to attain.
With a sweet and brave, if not a glad, look on her face, Hetty came into the school-room that morning and found Phyllis and Nell chatting more gaily than usual at the fire.
"Oh, Hetty," cried Nell, "you must hear our news! We are going to have such a delightful visitor in the house." "How you rush to conclusions, Nell!" said her sister.

"You have not seen her yet, and you pronounce her delightful." "I know from what mamma told us," cried Nell.