Sunday,--Good-bye."

Mary watched her until she disappeared among the bushes and then she
too started for home, with a lighter heart than she had known before
for many a day. She had found a new friend, and though Miss Grundy
scolded because she had been gone so long, and threatened to shut her
up in Sal Furbush's cage, she did not mind it and actually commenced
humming a tune while Miss Grundy was storming about a bowl of sour
milk which she had found in the cupboard. A sharp box on her ears
brought her song to an end and the tears into her eyes, but she
thought of Jenny, and the fact that she too knew George made him seem
nearer, and when Miss Grundy did not see her she hastily drew the
golden locket from her bosom, and glancing at the handsome, boyish
face it revealed, quickly thrust it back as she heard a quick step in
the passage.

She had no opportunity of seeing Jenny again that week, for she was
kept busy from morning till night, running here and there, first after
eggs, then after water, next for potatoes, and then after wood. And
still Miss Grundy told her fifty times a day that "she didn't half pay
her way, to say nothing about the young one."

"Bolt at once," said Sal. "Bolt, and say you didn't come here to work:
that's the way I did."

Mary was willing to do whatever she could, but she often wished Mrs.
Parker were able to be round, for then she was sure she would not have
to work so hard. She had several times been sent of errands to Mrs.
Parker's room, and that lady had always spoken kindly to her, asking
her if she was tired, or what made her look so pale. It was through