'I will try to recollect.'
'What was the name of the nurse?'
'Marley—Mrs. Marley.'
'And, I presume, you have fallen into the habit of calling her mother or mamma?'
'I did not fall into it, I grew up with it.'
'Most reprehensible, but under the circumstances explicable and excusable. That sort of female is given to presume and push, and requires to be taught its place. I have little doubt she did her utmost to spoil you.'
Winefred was choking; anger, resentment swelled her heart.
'That sort of female,' said Winefred in a quivering voice, 'is one to love and reverence.'
Jesse saw that something had gone wrong. She touched her mother with her foot and shook her head.
'Well, it is flattering to the self-esteem of individuals of an inferior order to have a child of good blood and name in their charge and to be able to attach it to them. But you ought to have called her Marley, or nurse—no more.'