"But I'll fetch her, sir." She paused, hesitatingly, and added: "She isn't in mourning, sir.

The funeral took all the money." "Then it can not be helped," said the Honourable John Ruffin sadly.
Pollyooly hurried up-stairs to Millicent, awoke her, and helped her tidy her hair.

She bade her be sure and curtsey nicely to the Honourable John Ruffin, brought her into the sitting-room, and presented her to him.

Millicent's big eyes were shining brightly from her sleep; her silken hair was prettily waved by its so recent washing; and the excitement of this fateful meeting had flushed delicately her pale cheeks.

She appealed alike to the Honourable John Ruffin's aesthetic and protective instinct.