Things'll come round somehow.

You're a good girl.

Good-night, my darlin'!' He kissed her, and went consoled to his rest.
Miss Peckover kept going up and down between the kitchen and the front-door.

Down below, Jane was cleaning a copper kettle.

Clem, who had her sweetest morsel of cruelty yet in store, had devised this pleasant little job as a way of keeping the child employed till all was quiet.
She had just come down to watch the progress of the work, and to give a smart rap or two on the toiling fingers, when a heavy footstep in the passage caused her to dart upstairs again.