How can you stand us and our dirt, Aunt Sarah Ann ?" "There needn't be dirt, Henrietta, my girl," said Dowie with quite uncritical courage.

"There wouldn't be if you were yourself, poor lass.
I'm not a duchess, you know.

I've only been a respectable servant.

And I'm going to see you through your trouble." Her sober, kindly capableness evolved from the slovenly little house and the untended children, from the dusty rooms and neglected kitchen the kind of order and neatness which had been plain to see in Robin's more fortune-favoured apartment.

The children became as fresh and neat as Robin's nursery self.