As he spoke thus, Mrs.Peckover rose, and said she would first go upstairs just to see how things were.

She was absent ten minutes, then a little girl--Amy Hewett--came into the kitchen and asked the stranger to follow her.
Jane had been rapidly transferred from the mattress to the bedstead, and the room had been put into such order as was possible.

A whisper from Mrs.Peckover to Mrs.Hewett, promising remission of half a week's rent, had sufficed to obtain for the former complete freedom in her movements.

The child, excited by this disturbance, had begun to moan and talk inarticulately.

Mrs.Peckover listened for a moment, but heard nothing dangerous.