"Not always," said Molly. "You know we didn't know much of each other before we were put to live together."

　　"I didn't like what the Squire told me last night. He was very angry."

　　That sore had not yet healed over; but Molly resolutely kept silence, beating her brains to think of some other subject of conversation.

　　"Ah! I see, Molly," said Mrs. Hamley; "you won't tell me your sorrows, and yet, perhaps, I could have done you some good."

　　"I don't like," said Molly, in a low voice. "I think papa wouldn't like it. And, besides, you have helped me so much—you and Mr. Roger Hamley. I often think...