The success of this beginning, which led to the dancing-master’s continuing his instruction after his release, emboldened the poor child to try again. She watched and waited months for a seamstress. In the fulness of time a milliner came in, and to her she repaired on her own behalf.
‘ I beg your pardon, ma’am,’ she said, looking timidly round the door of the milliner, whom she found in tears and in bed: ‘but I was born here.’
Everybody seemed to hear of her as soon as they arrived; for the milliner sat up in bed, drying her eyes, and said, just as the dancing-master had said:
‘ Oh! You are the child, are you?’
‘ Yes, ma’am.’
‘ I am sorry I haven’t got anything for you,’ said the milliner, shaking her head.
‘ It’s not that, ma’am. If you please I want to learn needle-work.’
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