The girl was not really hard-hearted, so she changed the subject.
'I daresay you can knit and mark samplers ?' she said.
'Yes, miss, mother taught us to do that at school.' 'I think, Netta,' interrupted Mrs Prothero, 'that she must go to bed now.

She looks tired, and has been up long enough.' 'What a fuss mother makes about the girl,' muttered Netta as she left the room.
The following day the bonnet was tastily trimmed under Netta's superintendence, and work enough hunted up to employ Gladys for a month at least.

Netta even found an old cotton gown, which she presented to her in return for her labours.

It was not long enough, but Gladys thought she might be able to lengthen it.
Whilst her convalescence and Netta's needlework were thus progressing, there was an arrival at the farm.

One evening the family were assembled in the large hall, their usual sitting-room.