ABSTRACT
It so happened that Mrs. Morley had been to the Red-house to see little Fanny, and was returning along the lane near the garden-gate of her mother’s habitation, when the carriage drew up for their departure. The throbbings of filial affection had not been subdued by the chilling unkindness or austere pride of Mrs. Popkins; and Martha, the scorned, neglected, and outcast Martha, stood near the coach-door when her mother sallied forth to enter it. Her countenance was dejected; but her cheek was flushed with perturbation; she heard the sound of her mother’s voice, and the deep colour in a moment became pale as ashes.
