Then she came back with the donkey close at her heels, almost holding its collar, and stood there at the hall-door till Mary came to approve.
"I hope she'll do.

I don't think she'll kick," said Lady Scatcherd, patting the head of her purchase quite triumphantly.
"Oh, you are so kind, Lady Scatcherd.

I'm sure she'll do quite nicely; she seems very quiet," said Mary.
"Please, my lady, it's a he," said the boy who held the halter.
"Oh! a he, is it ?" said her ladyship; "but the he-donkeys are quite as quiet as the shes, ain't they ?" "Oh, yes, my lady; a deal quieter, all the world over, and twice as useful." "I'm so glad of that, Miss Thorne," said Lady Scatcherd, her eyes bright with joy.
And so Mary was established with her donkey, who did all that could be expected from an animal in his position.
"But, dear Lady Scatcherd," said Mary, as they sat together at the open drawing-room window the same evening, "you must not go on calling me Miss Thorne; my name is Mary, you know.

Won't you call me Mary ?" and she came and knelt at Lady Scatcherd's feet, and took hold of her, looking up into her face.
Lady Scatcherd's cheeks became rather red, as though she was somewhat ashamed of her position.
"You are so very kind to me," continued Mary, "and it seems so cold to hear you call me Miss Thorne." "Well, Miss Thorne, I'm sure I'd call you anything to please you.
Only I didn't know whether you'd like it from me.

Else I do think Mary is the prettiest name in all the language." "I should like it very much." "My dear Roger always loved that name better than any other; ten times better.