As Hetty's little fair curly head hung back helplessly over her arm, and the round soft cheek, turned so white, touched her breast, Mrs.Rushton felt a motherly sensation which she had never before known in all her frivolous life.
Mrs.Kane was out at the garden gate looking up and down the road for the missing Hetty.

When she saw Hetty lifted out of the carriage she began to cry.
"Oh my! my!" she sobbed, "I never thought it would come to this with her, and she so sharp.

Thank you, madam, thank you, I'm sure.

She's not my own child, but I feel it as much as if she was." Mrs.Rushton then sent the carriage off for the doctor and went into the cottage with Mrs.Kane.The child was laid as gently as possible on a poor but clean bed covered with a patchwork quilt of many colours, and the lady of fashion sat by her side, bathing the baby forehead with eau de Cologne which she happened to have with her.

It was all new and unexpectedly interesting to Mrs.Rushton.Never had she been received as a friend in a cottage home before, the only occasions when she had even seen the inside of one were those on which she had accompanied Mrs.
Sourby on her mission of distributing tracts; and on those occasions she had felt that she was not looked on as a friend by the poor who received her, but rather as an intruder.