To think of it being full five years ago, my pretty; and you turned into an elegant young lady in the time!" "Did I really ever live here ?" asked Hetty; "really ever sleep in that bed ?" "That you did; and slept well and were happy," said Mrs.Kane, beginning to feel hurt at the child's coldness.

"Come now, have you never a kiss to give to the poor old mammy that nursed you ?" Hetty held up her round sweet face, as fair and fresh as a damask rose, to be kissed, and submitted to Mrs.Kane's caresses rather from consciousness that she ought to do so, than from any warmth of gratitude in her own heart.

So far from being grateful to the homely sun-burned woman who hugged her, she felt a sort of resentment towards her for finding her on the sea-shore and making a cottage child of her.

It ought to have been Mrs.Rushton who found her, and perhaps she might have done so if Mrs.Kane or her husband had not been in such a hurry to take her in.

Then Grant could not have taunted her with being a village foundling, and nobody could have declared she was not intended to be a lady.
After her one embrace Mrs.Kane wiped her eyes and led the child out of the cottage to the carriage door.
"Ah, Mrs.Rushton!" she said, "this is your Hetty now and not mine any more.