She did not hold with picking up gutter-children from no one knew where and setting people as were respectable to wait upon them.

But at heart she was a good-natured woman, and her indignation disappeared before the unchildish pain and weariness of Mary's face.
"There," she said, "I wouldn't be fretting, if I were you.

Lor' bless you, there's fine treats in store for you.

Her ladyship sent only last night for a roll of grey cashmere.

I'm to fit you after your breakfast and make it up as quick as I can.