"My, I could just pick you up like a babe!" She held her close and kissed her.
The caressing touch was too much for the girl.

With a rush the tears came.
"Och, oh," she cried, lapsing into her Highland speech, "it iss ashamed of myself I am, but no one has done that to me for many a day since--since--my father--" "There, there, you poor darling," said Mandy, comforting her as if she were a child, "you will not want for love here in this country.

Cry away, it will do you good." There was a sound of feet on the stairs.
"Hush, hush, Billy is coming." She swept the girl into her bedroom as Billy appeared.
"Oh, I am just silly," said Moira impatiently, as she wiped her eyes.
"But you are so good, and I will never be forgetting your kindness to me this day." "Hot water," said Billy, tapping at the door.
"Hot water! What for ?" cried Mandy.
"For the young lady.

The doctor said she was used to it." "The doctor?
Well, that is very thoughtful.

Do you want hot water, Moira ?" "Yes, the very thing I do want to get the dust out of my eyes and the grime off my face." "And the tea is in the ladies' parlor," added Billy.
"Tea!" cried Mandy, "the very thing!" "The doctor said tea and toast." "The doctor again!" "Sure thing! Said they were all stuck on tea in the Old Country." "Oh, he did, eh?
Will you have tea, Moira ?" "No tea, thank you.