Chapter Twenty.
Sing Glory.
“I ’ave seen the Queen,” said Flo that night to Miss Mary. “I shall get well now.”
She was lying on her back, the lustrous light, partly of fever and partly of excitement, still shining in her eyes.
“Do you want to get well very much, Flo?” asked the lady.
“Yes—fur some things.”
“What things?”
“I wants fur to help Dick wen ’ee gets hout of that prison school, and I wants fur to tidy up fur Mrs Jenks the day ’er lad comes ’ome, and I wants to do something fur you, Miss Mary.”
“To be my little servant?”
“Yes.”