There was no comfort anywhere, except in thinking that Margery would be at home in two days, and that I could pour out all my sorrow to her.
As I went crying down the passage I met Jael.
"What's the matter now ?" said she.
"Grandmamma's going to have all the Sunflowers killed," I sobbed.

"Oh, I wish I'd never gone to look at them with the Rushlight!" "That's how it is," said Jael sagely, "folks always wishes they'd done different when it's too late.

But don't sob your heart out that fashion, Miss Grace.

Come into the pantry and I'll give you a bit of cake." "Thank you, dear Jael, you're very kind, but I don't think I _could_ eat cake.

Oh, Jael, dear Jael! Do you think she would spare one, just one ?" "That she wouldn't, Miss Grace, so you needn't trouble your head about it.