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stood up, held out her hand to Mrs. Morel. "Good-night, Mrs. Morel," she said. Paul sat at the boiler, letting the water run from the tap into a stone beer-bottle. Annie swathed the bottle in an old flannel pit-singlet, and kissed her mother good-night. She was to share the room with the lady, because the house was full. "You wait a minute," said Mrs. Morel to Annie. And Annie sat nursing the hot-water bottle. Miss Western shook hands all round, to everybody's discomfort, and took her departure, preceded by William. In five minutes he was downstairs again. His heart was rather sore; he did not know why. He talked very little till everybody had gone to bed, but himself and his mother. Then he stood with his legs apart, in his old attitude on the hearthrug, and said hesitatingly: "Well, mother?" "Well, my son?" She sat in the rocking-chair, feeling somehow hurt and humiliated, for his sake. "Do you like her?" "Yes," came the slow answer. "She's shy yet, mother. She's not used to it. It's different from her aunt's house, you know." "Of course it is, my boy; and she must find it difficult." "She does." Then he frowned swiftly. "If only she wouldn't put on her BLESSED airs!" "It's only her first awkwardness, my boy. She'll be all right." "That's it, mother," he replied gratefully. But his brow was gloomy. "You know, she's not like you, mother. She's not serious, and she can't think." "She's young, my boy." "Yes; and she's had no sort of show. Her mother died when she was a child. Since then she's lived with her aunt, whom she can't bear. And her father was a rake. She's had no love." "No! Well, you must make up to her." "And so--you have to forgive her a lot of things." "WHAT do you have to forgive her, my boy?" "I dunno. When she seems shallow, you have to remember she's never had anybody to bring her deeper side out. And she's FEARFULLY fond of me." "Anybody can see that." "But you know, mother--she's--she's different from us. Those sort of people, like those she lives amongst, they don't seem to have the same principles." "You mustn't judge too hastily," said Mrs. Morel. But he seemed uneasy within himself. In the morning, however, he was up singing and larking round the house. "Hello!" he called, sitting on the stairs. "Are you getting up?" "Yes," her voice called faintly. "Merry Christmas!" he shouted to her. Her laugh, pretty and tinkling, was heard in
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