“Ah! you think because I’m such a tom-boy, that I couldn’t nurse you. I only wish I had had a chance of letting you see. I am so sorry for you!”
“But I’m nearly well now, Judy, and I have been taken good care of.”
“By that frumpy old thing, Mrs Pearson, and—”
“Mrs Pearson is a very kind woman, and an excellent nurse,” I said; but she would not heed me.
“And that awful old witch, Mother Goose. She was enough to give you bad dreams all night she sat by you.”
“I didn’t dream about Mother Goose, as you call her, Judy. I assure you. But now I want to hear how everybody is at the Hall.”
“What, grannie, and the white wolf, and all?”
“As many as you please to tell me about.”
“Well, grannie is gracious to everybody but auntie.”
“Why isn’t she gracious to auntie?”