It made her uncomfortable.

Why should _she_ spend her tired minutes in praying, after the whole house was asleep?
and why was it that Elizabeth could not set her down as a fool for her pains?
And on the contrary there grew up in her mind, on the instant, a respect for the whole family that wrapped them about like a halo.
One morning when Elizabeth came through the kitchen to mount her horse, Mrs.Landholm was doing some fine ironing.

The blue habit stopped a moment by the ironing-table.
"How dreadfully busy you are, Mrs.Landholm." "Not so busy that I shall not come out and see you start," she answered.

"I always love to do that." "Winnie," said Elizabeth putting a bank bill into the little girl's hand, "I shall make you my messenger.

Will you give that to the man who takes care of my horse, for I never see him, and tell him I say he does his work beautifully." Winifred blushed and hesitated, and handing the note back said that she had rather not.
"Won't you give it to him!" The little girl coloured still more.