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Mrs
Flint
flew
wildly
in
to
tidy
up
,
and
Connie
came
slowly
after
her
,
hesitating
in
the
rather
dark
kitchen
where
the
kettle
was
boiling
by
the
fire
.
Back
came
Mrs
Flint
.
’
I
do
hope
you
’
ll
excuse
me
,
’
she
said
.
’
Will
you
come
in
here
?
’
They
went
into
the
living
-
room
,
where
a
baby
was
sitting
on
the
rag
hearth
rug
,
and
the
table
was
roughly
set
for
tea
.
A
young
servant
-
girl
backed
down
the
passage
,
shy
and
awkward
.
The
baby
was
a
perky
little
thing
of
about
a
year
,
with
red
hair
like
its
father
,
and
cheeky
pale
-
blue
eyes
.
It
was
a
girl
,
and
not
to
be
daunted
.
It
sat
among
cushions
and
was
surrounded
with
rag
dolls
and
other
toys
in
modern
excess
.
’
Why
,
what
a
dear
she
is
!
’
said
Connie
,
’
and
how
she
’
s
grown
!
A
big
girl
!
A
big
girl
!
’
She
had
given
it
a
shawl
when
it
was
born
,
and
celluloid
ducks
for
Christmas
.
’
There
,
Josephine
!
Who
’
s
that
come
to
see
you
?
Who
’
s
this
,
Josephine
?
Lady
Chatterley
-
-
you
know
Lady
Chatterley
,
don
’
t
you
?
’
The
queer
pert
little
mite
gazed
cheekily
at
Connie
.
Ladyships
were
still
all
the
same
to
her
.
’
Come
!
Will
you
come
to
me
?
’
said
Connie
to
the
baby
.
The
baby
didn
’
t
care
one
way
or
another
,
so
Connie
picked
her
up
and
held
her
in
her
lap
.
How
warm
and
lovely
it
was
to
hold
a
child
in
one
’
s
lap
,
and
the
soft
little
arms
,
the
unconscious
cheeky
little
legs
.
