I took her.

"I really don't need any help, thank you, Nora,'; I said,
chipper as a sparrow, and remembering the name the Dowager had
called her by. "Aunt Henrietta is too fussy, don't you think?
Oh, of course, you won't say a word against her. She told me the
other day that she'd never had a maid so sensible and
quick-witted, too, as her Nora. Do you know, I've a mind to play
a joke on the doctor when he comes. You'll help me, won't you?
Oh, I know you will!" Suddenly I remembered the Bishop's bill.
I took it out of my pocket. Yep, Tom, that's where it went. I had
to choose between giving that skinny maid the biggest tip she
ever got in her life--or Nance Olden to the Correction.

You needn't swear, Tom Dorgan. I fancy if I'd got there, you'd
got worse. No, you bully, you know I wouldn't tell; but the
police sort of know how to pair our kind.

In her cap and apron, I let the doctor in and myself out. And I
don't regret a thing up there in the Square except that lovely
red coat with the high collar and the hat with the fur on it. I'd
give--Tom, get me a coat like that and I'll marry you for life.

No, there's one thing I could do better if it was to be done
over again. I could make that dear little old Bishop wish harder
I'd been his daughter.

What am I mooning about? Oh--nothing. There's the
watch--Edward's watch. Take it.