Hetty was so full of the recollection of the last time she had been brought in here by Mrs.Enderby, and so conscious of the change that had come upon her since then, that she could scarcely raise her eyes for fear of crying.

Nell kept pushing cakes and bread and butter before her, Phyllis made general remarks in a softer tone than usual, and Miss Davis, who perhaps understood Hetty's position better, and sympathized more with her, than any of the rest, could think of nothing better to say to the forlorn child than to ask her occasionally if she would like some more sugar in her tea.
After tea Phyllis and Nell set to work to prepare their lessons for the next day, and Hetty was thankful to have a book placed before her, and a lesson appointed for her to learn.

It was a page in the very beginning of a child's English history, and Hetty read it over and over again till she had the words almost by heart without in the least having taken in their sense.

Her thoughts were busy all the time with the looks and words of her companions, and with going back over all that had occurred that day.

Phyllis had been gentler than she expected.