"Dunno. 'Spect I have a bit. Here's my hanky-panky. Let me wipe your tears. I don't like to see you crying for us."
"If you are not sorry for your sister and yourself, will you at least be sorry for me?" said Mrs. Faithful.
"What earthly good will that do you?"
"But can you try to be sorry for me?"
"Well, I never! Yes, I'll try. You don't look at all pretty when you sob, you know. There, now, I have wiped away your tears. I think you have a dear old face, after all. If only I could manage to smack Pinchin, I might learn to love you."
"Come, Henrietta, we have had enough of this. You look sadly tired, my little girl. Dinah will take you to your bedroom."
"Oh, I say, must I sleep alone in the Room of Penitence? I'll be dreaming of Dysy all night."
"No; there is another room got ready for you."
Henrietta remained quite silent while Mrs. Faithful got up and rang the bell in a peculiar way. She had a method of her own for calling the special people she required to come to her.
Dinah now entered the room. Dinah smiled quite benignly upon Henrietta.