"I'm glad you feel so, my dear," he said kindly. "It's a great relief to my mind."
"I mean to save all I can. And I'll spend as little as ever I can do with, till that bill is paid. I will really, Mr. Cragg. And—I think I shan't be so much with Mrs. Smithers. She hasn't been a nice friend."
"I hope it will all come true as you purpose, my dear," Cragg said gravely.
For a moment Mrs. Cragg was tempted to be angry, recognising the doubt in her husband's tone. Then she remembered that she had not been careful always to keep her word. Better than being angry was to resolve afresh, not in her own strength, and to show in the course of time that her intentions and promises were worthy of reliance.
[CHAPTER XX]
Made Clear
"PATTIE, I don't know what to do. Tell me how I'm to make Dot love me."
This was three weeks later. Dot was asleep, and Pattie had come to the sitting-room, leaving the new nursery-maid in charge. Mrs. Cragg broke out with the above remark.
"But Dot does love you. I am sure she does. Dot is such a loving little thing."
"She don't care to have me with her. I can see that plain enough. I can see the difference when you come in."