"I WISH I WERE A RICH LADY FOR YOUR SAKE" Lavina awoke to find Hannah in the room.

The maid had brought in a cup of chocolate and something to eat.
"I'm a dreadful sight, Hannah," said she dolefully.
"You'll be better when you've had a wash and done your hair.

Your cloak's spoilt.

What a pity! Take it off and let me brush away the mud and see if I can smooth out the creases." Lavinia stretched herself, yawned and slowly pulled herself up, sitting on the side of the bed for a minute or two before she commenced her toilette.

Hannah helped her to dress to the accompaniment of a running commentary on the state of her clothing.
"What am I to do about shoes ?" asked Lavinia, when this part of her wearing apparel was reached.
"You won't be wanting any for a time I'm thinking, Miss Lavvy." "Not wanting any shoes?
Whatever do you mean ?" "Your mother means to lock you in this room for a while.