She would follow her about the house, content simply to be near her, and her face would light up at the slightest word addressed to her.
"The poor child just wanted a good mothering," said Mrs.Stanton to Ulyth.

"It is marvellous how fast she is improving.

You'll make something of your little wild bird after all.

She's worth the trouble." "I'd no idea she could grow into this," replied Ulyth.

"Oh, Motherkins, you should have seen her at first! She was a very rough diamond." "Aren't you glad to have a hand in the polishing?
It will be such a triumph." Two members of the household, at any rate, saw no fault in the visitor.
Dorothy and Peter haunted her like small persistent ghosts, begging for stories about New Zealand.