The cheery voice of the little widow interrupted her sad thoughts.
"My dear, the breakfast is nearly cooked, and I have to be out at my work in half-an-hour's time. I've brought you some hot water. You're used to that I'll be bound."
"I've a mind to stop in bed," said Meg.
Mrs. Webb looked at her visitor aghast.
"Stop in bed! Ain't you well?"
"Oh yes, I'm well enough I suppose," said Meg drearily. "But I don't see any use in getting up. I haven't got anything to do."
"You've got your work to find," said Mrs. Webb briskly. "It don't do no good to lie and fret. I take it you're just fretting, and that ain't right nor wise. Come, my dear, take my advice and get up. I've ever such a nice herring for you. You want food I guess."
"Very well, I'll get up," said Meg.
When she had dressed and taken her seat at the breakfast table she noticed for the first time that Mrs. Webb had got on her bonnet.
"You're not going out are you?" she asked.