He asked Madam's permission to put it up for you himself.

He told her about your binding up his hands the day the chafing-dish turned over and burned him so badly, and about the letter you wrote for one of the maids that got her sister into a school for the blind, and several other things, winding up with 'There's a young lady with a _'eart_ in 'er, Ma'am!'" Betty mimicked his accent so well that Mary laughed for the first time since her return.

"Well, he's got a 'eart in _'im_!" she answered, "though I never would have imagined it the day I made my entrance here.
He was like a grand, graven image.

Oh, Betty, it _is_ nice to know that people like you and are sorry that you are going.

Even if it does make you feel sort of weepy it takes a big part of the sting out of leaving." Betty went with her in to Washington, and stayed with her until the train left.