'something to comfort her.' In the morning her kind hostess came to
her bedside.

'You've got a mother, haven't you--leastways, I know you have,
because you wrote to her.'

'Yes.'

'Well, and you lives with her and she looks after you?'

'Yes.'

'And she's fond of you, maybe?'

'Oh, yes.'

'That's a marcy; well then, my dear, you shall go back in the cart to
Letherhead, and you'll catch the Darkin coach to London.'

'You have been very good to me; what have I to pay you?'

'Pay? Nothing! why, if I was to let you pay, it would just look as
if I'd trapped you here to get something out of you. Pay! no, not a
penny.'

'I can afford very well to pay, but if it vexes you I will not offer
anything. I don't know how to thank you enough.'

Madge took Mrs Caffyn's hand in hers and pressed it firmly.