Miss Western was the princess.

Everything of the best was got out for her: the best cups, the best spoons, the best table cloth, the best coffee-jug.

The children thought she must find it quite grand.
She felt strange, not able to realise the people, not knowing how to treat them.

William joked, and was slightly uncomfortable.
At about ten o'clock he said to her: "Aren't you tired, Gyp ?" "Rather, Chubby," she answered, at once in the intimate tones and putting her head slightly on one side.
"I'll light her the candle, mother," he said.
"Very well," replied the mother.
Miss Western stood up, held out her hand to Mrs.Morel.
"Good-night, Mrs.Morel," she said.
Paul sat at the boiler, letting the water run from the tap into a stone beer-bottle.

Annie swathed the bottle in an old flannel pit-singlet, and kissed her mother good-night.