"Moind you let me come to you when you're married," sobbed Amelia.
"I shouldn't count on that if I were you."
"Do 'ave me, miss. I'll always troi and 'and things so no one sees my bad oye."
"It isn't that I don't want you; but it's so unlikely that I shall ever have a home."
Mavis offered her hand. Amelia wiped her wet hand (she had been washing up) upon her apron before taking it.
"Oh, miss, you are good to me, and you a reel lydy."
"Be a good girl and look after your mistresses."
"That I will, miss. Whatever should I sy to that there Mr. Fuskin, when I meet 'im in 'eaven, if I didn't?"
"Good-bye, Amelia."
"There! I forgot," cried Amelia. She went to the drawer of the dresser and brought out something wrapped in tissue paper.