She was a tall, thin child, with a pale face, large black eyes, and straight black hair, which hung in wisps about her ears.
"I'm Pansy," she said, clasping her hands in front of her, and looking straight into Patty's face.
"You're Pansy, are you ?" said Patty, looking puzzled.

"And what are you doing here, Pansy ?" "Well, miss, you see it's this way.

I want to go out to service; and when I heard you was going to have a house of your own, I thought maybe you'd take me to work for you." "Oh, you did! Well, why didn't you come and apply to me, then, in proper fashion, and not sit out here waiting for me to come to you?
Suppose I hadn't come ?" "I was sure you'd come, miss.

Everybody who looks at this house comes out to look at the arbour; but there hasn't been anybody before that I wanted to work for.

Please take me, miss; I'll be faithful and true." "What can you do ?" asked Patty, half laughing, and half pitying the strange-looking girl.