persuade me to take a twenty-pound note, or ten; but I never would.  I could not sell my milk to a queen.  I’d refuse it, or I’d make a gift of it, and the love that goes with it, which is beyond price.  I didn’t say so to her in so many words, but I did use to tell her ’I was as much in her little girl’s debt as she was in mine,’ and so I was.  But as for a silk gown, and a shawl, and the like, I didn’t say ‘No’ to them; who ever does?”

“Nurse!”

“My lamb!”

“Can you ever forgive me for confounding you with a servant?  I am so inexperienced.  I knew nothing of all this.”

“Oh, Miss Lucy, ‘let that flea stick in the wall,’ as the saying is.”

“But, dear Mrs. Wilson, now only think that your affection for me should have lasted all these years.  You speak as if such tenderness was common.  I fear you are mistaken there:  most nurses go away and think no more of those to whom they have been as mothers in infancy.”

“How do you know that, Miss Lucy?  Who can tell what passes inside those poor women that are ground down into slaves, and never dare show their real hearts to a living creature?  Certainly hirelings will be hirelings, and a poor creature that is forced to sell her breast, and is bundled off as soon as she has served the grand folks’ turn, why, she behooves to steel herself against nature, and she knows that from the first; but whether she always does get to harden herself, I take leave to doubt.  Miss Lucy; I knew an unfortunate girl that nursed a young gentleman, leastways a young nobleman it was, and years after that I have known her to stand outside the hedge for an hour to catch a sight of him at play on the lawn among the other children.  Ay, and if she had a penny piece to spare she would go and buy him sugar-plums, and lay wait for him, and give them him, and he heir to thousands a year.”

“Poor thing!  Poor thing!”

“Next to the tie of blood, Miss Lucy, the tie of milk is a binding affection.  When you went to live twenty miles from us, I behooved to come in the cart and see you from time to time.”

“I remember, nurse, I remember.”

“When I came to our new farm hard by, you were away; but as soon as I heard you were come back, it was like a magnet drawing me.  I could not keep away from you.”

“Heaven forbid you should; and I will come and see you, dear nurse.”

“Will ye, now?  Do now.  I have got a nice little parlor for you.  It is a very good house for a farm-house; and there we can set and talk at our ease, and no fine servants, dressed like lords, coming staring in.”

Lucy now proffered a timid request that Mrs. Wilson would take off her bonnet.  “I want to see your good kind face without any ornament.”

“Hear to that, now, the darling;” and off came the bonnet.

“Now your cap.”

“Well, I don’t know; I hadn’t time to do my hair as should be before coming.”