"Even my best friends don't.

I have what I earn, to buy what I like with.
I buy my own clothes, and I give Mrs.Perry a little for keeping me--" "Oh! a pretty fine thing that! Why, she ought to be paying you wages for being a little galley-slave to her, and doing all her work!" "I don't!" cried Huldah, indignantly.

"I don't work nearly as hard as I did for you, when I never had a penny of my own, not even from what my baskets made." In a moment, though, she was sorry she had lost her temper.
Mrs.Perry, standing at her door watching them, looked so frightened when their words rose high, and Emma Smith herself looked so weary and miserable one could not help pitying her.
"I--I've got half-a-crown in my purse.

I'll give you that," said Huldah, gently.

"It's all I have now, but it will get you a bed and some food." Mrs.Perry came towards them.