CHAPTER VII
"I WISH I WERE A RICH LADY FOR YOUR SAKE"
Lavina awoke to find Hannah in the room. The maid had brought in a cup of chocolate and something to eat.
"I'm a dreadful sight, Hannah," said she dolefully.
"You'll be better when you've had a wash and done your hair. Your cloak's spoilt. What a pity! Take it off and let me brush away the mud and see if I can smooth out the creases."
Lavinia stretched herself, yawned and slowly pulled herself up, sitting on the side of the bed for a minute or two before she commenced her toilette. Hannah helped her to dress to the accompaniment of a running commentary on the state of her clothing.
"What am I to do about shoes?" asked Lavinia, when this part of her wearing apparel was reached.
"You won't be wanting any for a time I'm thinking, Miss Lavvy."
"Not wanting any shoes? Whatever do you mean?"
"Your mother means to lock you in this room for a while. She was for keeping you for a day or two on bread and water, but I talked her out of it."