They were so massive that very little light could get into the front windows or the doorway; but, as Mr.Pescod said, "anyone can have light, few yew hedges like that in the world." Mrs.Pescod was a comfortable, smiling woman whose one idea was that everyone must either be hungry or in need of feeding up.

All of the children in turn she looked at anxiously, saying that she was sure that they had not had enough to eat.

As a matter of fact, they had not perhaps eaten as much as they would have done at Chiswick, and they had, of course, worked harder; but they were all very well, and said so.

But it made no difference to Mrs.Pescod.
"Ah, my dear," she said to Janet, "you're pale.

I shouldn't like you to go back to your ma looking like that.