Little things that seem right may be exactly wrong after all, when we are ignorant.

I know burning the wound is right.' Madge asked: 'But, my lady, who is to do it ?' 'You would do it, dear, if I shrank,' her mistress replied.
'Oh, my lady, I don't know, I can't say.

Burning a child! And there's our baby.' 'He has had me nearly his time.' 'Oh, my dear lady! Would the mother consent ?' 'My Madge! I have so few of their words yet.

You would hold the child to save it from a dreadful end.' 'God help me, my lady--I would, as long as I live I will....

Oh! poor infant, we do need our courage now.' Seeing that her mistress had not a tear or a tremor, the girl blinked and schooled her quailing heart, still under the wicked hope that the mother would not consent; in a wonderment at this lady, who was womanly, and who could hold the red iron at living flesh, to save the poor infant from a dreadful end.