Mrs.Blewett, Miss Cuthbert.

Please excuse me for just a moment.

I forgot to tell Flora Jane to take the buns out of the oven." Mrs.Spencer whisked away, after pulling up the blinds.

Anne sitting mutely on the ottoman, with her hands clasped tightly in her lap, stared at Mrs Blewett as one fascinated.

Was she to be given into the keeping of this sharp-faced, sharp-eyed woman?
She felt a lump coming up in her throat and her eyes smarted painfully.