"Is Miss Rose a--a lady ?" She only put the question in the hope of leading Mrs.Perry on to talk more.
"A lady! I should think she was, indeed! One of the best that ever lived! 'Twould be a good thing for this world if there were more like her." Huldah listened intently.

She wondered if she should ever see this wonderful Miss Rose, and find out what it was that made Mrs.Perry speak so warmly about her.

She thought it must be fine to be thought much of by anybody so superior as Mrs.Perry.
"I think you are the kindest lady in the world," she said, impulsively, looking up at her hostess with shy, grateful eyes.
"Would Miss Rose have taken me and Dick in, if we had come to her house like we did to yours ?" "That she would!" declared Mrs.Perry, emphatically, "and 'twas the thought of what she would do that made me do it." "I'd love to see Miss Rose," said Huldah, eagerly.

"I wonder if I ever shall!" but the kettle boiled at that moment, and Mrs.Perry's mind was taken up with the making of the tea.
While they sat on each side of the hearth, drinking their tea and eating their crusts of bread, she wished Miss Rose could know about this little waif, who seemed really not a bad little waif, but honest and very thoughtful and kind.

She wanted her advice as to what to do about her.