'I must go and tell my mistress that it is done, for she will be fretting herself ill over poor Flossie.' I expect Tracy sounded my praises, for when Mrs.Maberley entered the room in her pretty cap with gray ribbons there was not a trace of formality in her manner as she thanked me with tears in her eyes for my kindness to Flossie.
'To think of a young creature being so clever!' she said, folding her soft dimpled hands together.

'My dear, the colonel will be so grateful to you: he dotes on Flossie.

You must stay and have tea with me, and then he can thank you himself.

No, I shall take no refusal.

Tracy, tell Marvel to bring up the tea-tray at once.