"Do 'ave me, miss. I'll always troi and 'and things so no one sees
my bad oye."

"It isn't that I don't want you; but it's so unlikely that I shall
ever have a home."

Mavis offered her hand. Amelia wiped her wet hand (she had been
washing up) upon her apron before taking it.

"Oh, miss, you are good to me, and you a reel lydy."

"Be a good girl and look after your mistresses." "That I will, miss.
Whatever should I sy to that there Mr. Fuskin, when I meet 'im in
'eaven, if I didn't?"

"Good-bye, Amelia."

"There! I forgot," cried Amelia. She went to the drawer of the
dresser and brought out something wrapped in tissue paper.

Mavis undid this, to find Amelia's offering to consist of a silver
brooch forming the word "May."

"It's the nearest I could get to your nime, miss," she explained.

"Thank you so much."

"It ain't good enough for you: nothin' ain't good enough for you.
Wasn't you loved by the music master, 'im who was so lovely and