"Well, Kittie, what was you a-thinkin'?" answered her mother, kindly.
"Why, there's Cherry Seymour, she earns two shillings a week."
"So she does, but she ain't you, and she's left school."
"But she don't earn that in school-time, mother."
"Of course she don't."
"But I've been thinkin', that if she was to mention me to them servants at the doctor's, who is so kind to her, they might know of some little place or 'nother before breakfast for me."
"So they might, Kit; you're a good girl to ha' thought of it."
"I am honest," Kittie went on, meditatively, washing away all the time as she talked, "and you could say as I'm not given to pickin' things, or takin' what ain't mine, now couldn't you, mother?"
Mrs. Blunt laughed a little, at which Kittie blushed crimson.
"Mother!" she exclaimed.