Her keen eyes would peer out of windows, and her head bob round doors in continual efforts to gain some idea of their mode of life.

A chance word from one of them wreathed her in smiles.

She was a funny, odd little object with her short squat figure and round bullet head, and thin little legs appearing underneath her official white apron.

Her official name was Susan, but every girl in the school called her Susannah Maude.
At the instigation of Miss Bowes her patrons took the furthering of her education in hand, and each in turn bestowed half an hour a day in hearing her read history, geography, or some other suitable subject.

A little bewildered among so many fresh teachers, the small maid nevertheless made what efforts she could, and read loud and lustily, even if she did not altogether digest the matter she was supposed to be studying.
"I believe she reads the words without taking in a scrap of the sense," laughed Ulyth, when her turn as instructress was over.