"I am not going in that direction, thanks."
Julia was silent. Certainly no one would have imagined on the face of things, that she was the woman of property and Mrs. Trevor the poor dependent.
Mrs. Trevor looked once more towards the child.
"Mittie!"
"Yes, mother."
"Leave my basket alone." "Yes, mother. I want a bodkin."
"Well, you have bodkins of your own. I don't want my basket tumbled in that fashion." A pause. "You should have asked leave first."
Mittie searched on undaunted, and presently extracted the desired article from a tangle of silks and cotton.
"Now just see, you naughty child, the state my things are in. I have a great mind to make you put them straight."
"I am sure I would," murmured Julia, as Mittie went off to the window and there sat down.