Then she looked awfully embarrassed.

Then she turned to Lady Dalrymple; and by the time I had got up the carriage had stopped, and the ladies both looked at me and bowed.

I went up, and they both held out their hands.

Lady Dalrymple then made some remarks expressive of gratitude, while the child-angel sat and fastened her wonderful eyes on me, and threw at me such a pleading, touching, entreating, piteous, grateful, beseeching look, that I fairly collapsed.
"When Lady Dalrymple stopped, she turned to her and said: "'And oh, aunty darling, did you _ever_ hear of any thing like it?
It was _so_ brave.

Wasn't it an awfully plucky thing to do, now?
And I was really inside the crater! I'm sure _I_ never could have done such a thing--no, not even for my _own papa_! Oh, how I do _wish_ I could do something to show how _awfully_ grateful I am! And, aunty darling, I do _wish_ you'd tell me what to do.' "All this quite turned my head, and I couldn't say any thing; but sat on my saddle, devouring the little thing with my eyes, and drinking in the wonderful look which she threw at me.