"I dunnot see," the girl was saying mentally, and with some distaste for her position, "what she wants wi' me."
But as she stared over the top of her parcel, she gradually softened. The child found Miss Ffrench well worth looking at.
"Eh!" she announced, with admiring candor. "Eh! but tha art han'some!"
"Am I? " said Rachel Ffrench. "Thank you."
"Aye," answered Janey, "tha art. I nivver seed no lady loike thee afore, let alone a young woman. I've said so mony a toime to Hester Murdoch."
"Have you?"
"Aye, I'm allus talkin' to him about thee."
"That's kind," said Rachel Ffrench. "I dare say he enjoys it. Who is he?"
"Him!" exclaimed Janey. "Dost na tha know him? Him as was at our house th' day yo' coom th' first toime. Him as dragged thee out o' th' engine."
"Oh!" said Miss Ffrench, "the engineer."
"Aye," in a tone of some discomfiture. "He's a engineer, but he is na th' common workin' soart. Granny Dixon says he's getten gentlefolks' ways."
"I should think," remarked Miss Ffrench, "that Mrs. Dixon knew."
"Aye, she's used to gentlefolk. They've takken notice on her i' her young days. She knowed thy grandf ey ther."
"She gave me to understand as much," responded Miss Ffrench, smiling at the recollection this brought to her mind.
"Yo' see mother an' me thinks a deal o' Mester Murdoch, because he is na one o' th' drinkin' soart," proceeded Janey. "He's th' steady koind as is fond o' books an' th'
