However, the trouble that was in her heart could not find its way through her lips, and she tried to think that Mrs.
Rushton spoke only in jest.
"It is altogether like a romance," that lady was saying as she folded up the baby garment and put it away in a pretty scented satchel which she wore at her side.

"I have not met with anything so interesting for years, and I promise myself a great deal of pleasure in the matter." "May Hetty come to see me sometimes ?" asked Mrs.Kane, humbly curtseying her good-bye, when her visitor was seated in her pony phaeton and gathering up the reins for flight.
"Oh, certainly, as often as you please," answered Mrs.Rushton gaily, and touching the ponies with her whip she was soon out of sight; while poor Mrs.Kane retreated into her cottage to have a good motherly cry over the tiny broken shoes and the little washed-out faded frocks which were now all that remained to her of her foster-daughter..