"Yes—thanks to Mattie again."
"And to think that she was a little ragged gal about the streets, sir. Many and many a time have I crept to the door after shop was shut, and given her the odd pieces I could find, and she was allus grateful for 'em."
"Always grateful—who can doubt that?"
"She was waiting for the pieces when you came home and lost that brooch—poor ignorant thing, then, sir!"
"Through you then, Ann, we first knew Mattie Gray. Strangely things come round!"
"Ah! you don't know half her goodness, sir—she's just as kind to anybody who wants kindness—just."
"Yes, it is like her!"
"It's a pity her father isn't less of a fidget—she ought to have had a better un than that, or have never lighted on him, I think."
"Is she not happy with him, then?"
"She may be, she mayn't—but he is a fidget, and Mattie ought to have some one to take care of her now, and make her happy—like."