"_You_ never saw such a house." "Is it bigger than the post-office ?" said Hetty doubtingly.
"Bigger far." "Bigger than the forge ?" "Don't be foolish, child, and stop your biggers," said Mrs.Kane; "Mrs.
Rushton's house is the size of the church and more." Hetty winked with astonishment, and she lay silent for some time, till at last she said: "And do you sit in the pulpit ?" Mrs.Rushton laughed more than she was accustomed to laugh at Lady Harriet Beaton's comic stories.

This child's prattle was amusing to her.
"And do you have grave-stones growing round your door ?" persisted Hetty.
"There, ma'am!" cried Mrs.Kane, "she'll worry you with questions if you give her a bit of encouragement.

She'll think of things that'll put you wild for an answer, so she will.

John and I give her up." Mrs.Rushton was not at all inclined to give her up, however, for she kept coming day after day to visit the little patient.

Hetty became fond of her pleasant visitor, and watched eagerly for her arrival in the long afternoons when the flies buzzed so noisily in the small cottage window-panes, and the child found it hard to lie still and hear the voices of the village children shouting and laughing at their play in the distance.