"That is all about that."
"Then, if you will mind your affairs, Matilda, I will try and mind mine. And I will be much obliged to you."
"Then you will not help me?"
"Help in what?"
"There is a poor woman, Maria," said her little sister, lowering her voice, "a poor old woman, who has no one to take care of her, and hardly anything to live upon. She lives—you can't think how she lives!—in the most miserable little house, dirty and all; and without fire or anybody to sweep her room, or make her bed, or make a cup of tea for her. If you would help me, we might do something to make her comfortable."
"Where is she?"
"In Lilac Lane."
"Have you been to see her?"
"Yes."
"What do you think Aunt Candy would say if she knew it?"