That is where we used to live," and she pointed to the tiny cottage, which now that it was dismantled and desolate, looked to be doubly poor.

"There have been times when we should have gone to bed very hungry if it had not been for Mrs.Crocket." Later in the day Mrs.Trevelyan, finding Priscilla alone, had apologized for what she had said about the old woman.

"I was very thoughtless and forgetful, but I hope you will not be angry with me.
I will be ever so fond of her if you will forgive me." "Very well," said Priscilla, smiling; "on those conditions I will forgive you." And from that time there sprang up something like a feeling of friendship between Priscilla and Mrs.Trevelyan.
Nevertheless Priscilla was still of opinion that the Clock House arrangement was dangerous, and should never have been made; and Mrs.
Stanbury, always timid of her own nature, began to fear that it must be so, as soon as she was removed from the influence of her son.

She did not see much even of the few neighbours who lived around her, but she fancied that people looked at her in church as though she had done that which she ought not to have done, in taking herself to a big and comfortable house for the sake of lending her protection to a lady who was separated from her husband.

It was not that she believed that Mrs.Trevelyan had been wrong; but that, knowing herself to be weak, she fancied that she and her daughter would be enveloped in the danger and suspicion which could not but attach themselves to the lady's condition, instead of raising the lady out of the cloud,--as would have been the case had she herself been strong.