It was evident now that good, grieved Mrs.Kane took her for an angel as she sat by the little one's bed, and it was new and delightful to Mrs.Rushton to be regarded as a benefactress by anyone.
The doctor arrived, set the child's arm, which was found to be broken, and gave her something to make her fall asleep.

Then he charmed Mrs.
Rushton by complimenting that lady on her goodness of heart.
"Remember, all the expense is to be mine," she said to him, "and I hope you will order the little one everything she can possibly require.

I will come to see her to-morrow, Mrs.Kane, and bring her some flowers and fruit." The pretty green woods which Hetty loved had grown dark, the butterflies had flown away to whatever dainty lodging butterflies inhabit during the summer nights, the yellow wings of the flag-lilies fluttered unseen in the shadows, and the moon had risen high above the tall beech-trees and the old church tower.

Mrs.Rushton stepped into her carriage once more, and was driven rapidly through the quiet village, away towards her own luxurious home, feeling more interested and excited than she had felt for a long time.
Little Hetty Gray, her scare of fright and pain gone for the time like a bad dream, lay sound asleep upon her humble bed, and Mrs.Kane, trimming her night-light, paused to listen, with that fascination which many people feel at the sound, to the hoarse boom of the old church clock calling the hour of midnight, across the chimneys of the village and away over the silent solemn woods.
Mrs.Kane felt with a sort of awe that another day had begun, but she little knew that with it a strange new leaf had been turned in the story of her little Hetty's life..