“I am sure, Mrs. Phillips, I cannot say what I feel,” said she, “but your goodness really overpowers me.  To think as the little girl as I knowed when she played with my poor Susan as is now no more should recollect me now she’s growed up so beautiful, and had such a fine house of her own, and should help me in my troubles!  It is quite too much for me.  But all I want is just a little to start me in a way of business, and I’ll be sure to pay it back again if I get on—­and I have got a good connection, a capital connection—­your liberality I can never forget;” and Mrs. Peck fumbled with her purse, and looked very hard at Elsie.  This was the person whom she wished to see, even more than her ungrateful daughter, from whom she had expected a kinder reception.  Elsie looked simple-minded enough—­there was no doubt she would be easily dealt with, and much better by speech than by letter.

“This is your maid, I suppose?”

Mrs. Phillips assented.

Mrs. Peck turned to Elsie and said, “I think as how the missis wants some sal volatile; she looks a bit faint—­she don’t seem to be strong yet.”

Elsie fetched the sal volatile, and gave Mrs. Phillips a little of it, and then returned to her work.  She was puzzled at the stranger’s speaking of Mrs. Phillips’s liberality—­for she was not generally liberal—­and at her fumbling at her purse as if she had received money, for she knew that Mrs. Phillips had left her purse in her bedroom.

“You must let me come and go for the few days I am to stay in Melbourne, Betsy,” said her mother.

“Oh, I’d rather give you money, if you need it—­at least, all I’ve got.”

“I fear I will need money to take me back, for I made such an effort to get across, but I could not help it.  But I won’t hurt you, Betsy, and I may do you good.  What sort of girl is it that you’ve got?”

“Oh, a very clever milliner, and a handy girl enough.  Stanley says he thinks her pretty, but I don’t see it.  He makes a great fuss over both her and her sister, but Jane is plain.”

“If he says he thinks her pretty, I’d not keep her in the house if I was you.  I know what men are,” said Mrs. Peck.

“I don’t think you know what Stanley is,” said Mrs. Phillips, with some dignity.  “I did not like it at first, but I ain’t frightened now; and besides, they are both so badly off it’s quite a charity to keep them.”

“If she is a milliner, I know of a capital situation,” said Mrs. Peck.

“Stanley would be in a pretty state if I let her go to a situation of your recommending,” said Mrs. Phillips.