course, it hasn't been worn.

MRS MARCH. Very neat. But I meant for the house. You've no money, I
suppose?

FAITH. Only one pound thirteen, ma'am.

MRS MARCH. We shall have to find you some dresses, then. Cook will take
you to-morrow to Needham's. You needn't wear a cap unless you like.
Well, I hope you'll get on. I'll leave you with Cook now.

After one look at the girl, who is standing motionless, she goes
out.

FAITH. [With a jerk, as if coming out of plaster of Paris] She's never
been in prison!

COOK. [Comfortably] Well, my dear, we can't all of us go everywhere,
'owever 'ard we try!

She is standing back to the dresser, and turns to it, opening the
right-hand drawer.

COOK. Now, 'ere's the wine. The master likes 'is glass. And 'ere's the
spirits in the tantaliser 'tisn't ever kept locked, in case Master Johnny
should bring a friend in. Have you noticed Master Johnny? [FAITH nods]
Ah! He's a dear boy; and wonderful high-principled since he's been in
the war. He'll come to me sometimes and say: "Cook, we're all going to
the devil!" They think 'ighly of 'im as a poet. He spoke up for you
beautiful.