“Well, as for looks, I cannot say.  It’s so long since I first knowed her, that I’ve clean forgotten what I thought of her then.  My master says he never saw such a smile for gladdening the heart.  But maybe it’s not looks you’re asking about.  The best thing I can say of her looks is, that she’s just one a stranger would stop in the street to ask help from if he needed it.  All the little childer creeps as close as they can to her; she’ll have as many as three or four hanging to her apron all at once.”

“Is she cocket at all?”

“Cocket, bless you! you never saw a creature less set up in all your life.  Her father’s cocket enough.  No! she’s not cocket any way.  You’ve not heard much of Susan Palmer, I reckon, if you think she’s cocket.  She’s just one to come quietly in, and do the very thing most wanted; little things, maybe, that any one could do, but that few would think on, for another.  She’ll bring her thimble wi’ her, and mend up after the childer o’ nights; and she writes all Betty Harker’s letters to her grandchild out at service; and she’s in nobody’s way, and that’s a great matter, I take it.  Here’s the childer running past!  School is loosed.  You’ll find her now, missus, ready to hear and to help.  But we none on us frab her by going near her in school-time.”

Poor Mrs. Leigh’s heart began to beat, and she could almost have turned round and gone home again.  Her country breeding had made her shy of strangers, and this Susan Palmer appeared to her like a real born lady by all accounts.  So she knocked with a timid feeling at the indicated door, and when it was opened, dropped a simple curtsey without speaking.  Susan had her little niece in her arms, curled up with fond endearment against her breast, but she put her gently down to the ground, and instantly placed a chair in the best corner of the room for Mrs. Leigh, when she told her who she was.  “It’s not Will as has asked me to come,” said the mother, apologetically; “I’d a wish just to speak to you myself!”

Susan coloured up to her temples, and stooped to pick up the little toddling girl.  In a minute or two Mrs. Leigh began again.

“Will thinks you would na respect us if you knew all; but I think you could na help feeling for us in the sorrow God has put upon us; so I just put on my bonnet, and came off unknownst to the lads.  Every one says you’re very good, and that the Lord has keeped you from falling from His ways; but maybe you’ve never yet been tried and tempted as some is.  I’m perhaps speaking too plain, but my heart’s welly broken, and I can’t be choice in my words as them who are happy can.  Well now!  I’ll tell you the truth.  Will dreads you to hear it, but I’ll just tell it you.  You mun know—­” but here the poor woman’s words failed her, and she could do nothing but sit rocking herself backwards and forwards, with sad eyes, straight-gazing into Susan’s face, as if they tried to tell the tale