The housekeeper, Mildred Baena, was no décolleté Mary Poppins, but an aging mother of four.
"I would rather you did not wander on the moor so late at night," Mildred Caniper said.
Mildred's colour came and went with agitation, and she panted as if her heart would break.
Well, sister Mildred is wiser than you are; and as I have taught you that, I will go to bed.
Mildred made no rejoinder this time, but a faint colour arose to her face.
Rhoda Jane forgot her envy of Mildred on learning that she was sick and seemed to have lost her relish for food.
