But I mean, I
am not to be the kind of lady that goes out to parties."
"Well, I will try and get you leave to come to our party," said Edith.
"We are going to have one before the holidays are over."
"I don't think you will get leave from Mrs. Enderby," said Hetty; "and
then I have no frock."
"They must get you a frock somewhere," said Grace; "I could send you one
of mine."
"That would give offence, I am sure," said Hetty smiling. "It is not for
the trouble of getting the frock that Mrs. Enderby would keep me from
going. She does not wish me to get accustomed to such things."
"Then she is horrid," cried Edith; "making you just like Cinderella."
"No, no," said Hetty, "you must not say that. Cinderella was a daughter
of the house, and I am nobody's child. That is what the village people
say. And only think if they had sent me to a charity school!"
Edith and Grace gazed at her gravely. Hetty stood with her hands behind
her back, looking them in the eyes as she stated her own case.
"And you have nobody belonging to you, really, in the whole world?" said
Edith.
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