She moved away all the articles used at this little _coucher_; she folded up Leonard's day-clothes; she felt only too much honoured when Ruth trusted him to her for a few minutes--only too amply rewarded when Ruth thanked her with a grave, sweet smile, and a grateful look of her loving eyes.
When Jemima had gone away with the servant who was sent to fetch her, there was a little chorus of praise.
"She's a warm-hearted girl," said Miss Benson.

"She remembers all the old days before she went to school.

She is worth two of Mr Richard.
They're each of them just the same as they were when they were children, when they broke that window in the chapel, and he ran away home, and she came knocking at our door, with a single knock, just like a beggar's, and I went to see who it was, and was quite startled to see her round, brown, honest face looking up at me, half-frightened, and telling me what she had done, and offering me the money in her savings bank to pay for it.

We never should have heard of Master Richard's share in the business if it had not been for Sally." "But remember," said Mr Benson, "how strict Mr Bradshaw has always been with his children.

It is no wonder if poor Richard was a coward in those days." "He is now, or I'm much mistaken," answered Miss Benson.