You were indeed lucky to find her, and you are very wise to give her her head.

The village folk can't say enough about her.' The Squire felt his mouth twitching.

With some horses, is there any choice--but Hobson's--as to 'giving' them their head?
'Yes, she's clever,' he said grudgingly.
'And it was only to-day,' pursued the Rector, 'that I heard her story from a lady, a friend of my wife's, who's been spending Sunday with us.

She seems to have met Miss Bremerton and her family at Richmond a year or so ago, where everybody who knew them had a great respect for them.

The mother was a nice, gentle body, but this elder daughter had most of the wits--though there's a boy in a Worcester regiment they're all very fond and proud of--and she always looked after the others, since the father--who was a Civil servant--died, six years ago.