Her heart swelled, and she burst out suddenly, like a child, into loud passionate sobs.

Mrs.Pettifer could not help crying with her, but she said, 'Come upstairs, my dear, come.

Don't linger in the cold.' She drew the poor sobbing thing gently up-stairs, and persuaded her to get into the warm bed.

But it was long before Janet could lie down.

She sat leaning her head on her knees, convulsed by sobs, while the motherly woman covered her with clothes and held her arms round her to comfort her with warmth.