I will pay your rent." "Miss--miss!" Mrs.Welden looked affrighted.

"It's too much, miss.

An' coals eighteen pence a hundred!" "Never mind," said her ladyship's sister, and the old woman, looking up into her eyes, found there the colour Mount Dunstan had thought of as being that of bluebells under water.

"I think we can manage it, Mrs.
Welden.

Keep yourself as warm as you like, and sometime I will come and have a cup of tea with you and see if the tea is good." "Oh! Deary me!" said Mrs.Welden.