Never mind about the wine.

I daresay your little sister meant it kindly.' And she looked round the room just like the butcher had done.

Then she said again, 'I didn't know--I'm very sorry...' So I said, 'Don't mention it,' and shook hands with her, and let her out.

Of course we couldn't have asked her to buy the wine after what she'd said.

But I think she was not a bad sort of person.