I believe she was generally running about the roads when not at school." "Well, you see, ma'am, that is true; but at night and in the mornings she would kneel on my lap to say her prayers, and put her little soft arms round my neck.

And those are the times I'll mostly miss her." Mrs.Rushton coughed slightly.

She herself liked the sight of Hetty's pretty face, and was amused by her prattle; but she was not a woman to think much about the feel of a child's arms around her neck.

Mrs.Kane, perceiving that she was not understood, sprang up from her seat and went to fetch a parcel from an inner room.
"This is the little shift she wore when I first set eyes on her.

It is the only rag she brought with her; though not much of a rag, I'm bound to say; for so pretty an article of the kind I never saw," said the good woman, spreading out on the table an infant's garment of the finest cambric embroidered delicately round the neck and sleeves.
In the corner was a richly wrought monogram of the initials H.G.
"And that's why we called her Hetty Gray," said Mrs.Kane.