Look at you with Minnie!" Minnie was the small servant, a girl of fourteen.
"And what about Minnie ?" asked Mrs.Morel, with dignity.
"I heard her this morning: 'Eh, Mrs.Morel! I was going to do that,' when you went out in the rain for some coal," he said.

"That looks a lot like your being able to manage servants!" "Well, it was only the child's niceness," said Mrs.Morel.
"And you apologising to her: 'You can't do two things at once, can you ?'" "She WAS busy washing up," replied Mrs.Morel.
"And what did she say?
'It could easy have waited a bit.

Now look how your feet paddle!'" "Yes--brazen young baggage!" said Mrs.Morel, smiling.
He looked at his mother, laughing.

She was quite warm and rosy again with love of him.

It seemed as if all the sunshine were on her for a moment.