"She will, if you pay her. You may have to give her fourpence--can you afford that?" "Yes, I think so." "She'll give you your breakfast for three ha'pence, and a sort of dinner meal for threepence. Can you manage that?" "Yes, quite well." Nesta made a mental calculation. If Mrs Hogg was really so very reasonable, she might stay with her for several days. Eight and sixpence would last a long time at that rate. "You are very kind," she said, with rapture. "That will do beautifully. Now, just tell me where she lives, will you?" "You say as Mary Hogg told you to come. Mother'll know what that means. It's a very small house; 'tain't in no way the sort as you're used to." "I don't mind. Tell me where it is." "Well; there's the village yonder. You foller your nose and you'll get it. By-and-by you'll cross the stream over a little bridge, but still foller after your nose, and you'll come to a cottage just at the side of the road, standing all alone. You can go up the path and knock at the door, and when you knock, mother'll say, `Come right in,' and you'll go right in, and mother 'll say, `What do you want?' and you'll say, `Mary Hogg sent me.' Then you'll manage the rest. Good-bye to you; I really must run." Mary put wings to her feet, and toiling and panting with her brown paper parcel, she hurried up the steep hill towards that spot where Castle Walworth reflected from its many windows the gleam of the now westering sun. Nesta stood for a minute just where her new friend had left her, and then went down towards the village. She felt in her pocket for her little purse; she took it out and opened it. Yes, there was the money that Mrs Griffiths had lent her--eight shillings and sixpence. She felt herself quite wealthy. At the Hogg establishment she might really manage to live for several days. Following Mary's directions she reached the little village street, found the rustic bridge, crossed it and went along a pretty shady road. Some people passed her, poor people returning from their work, people of her own class, some well dressed, some the reverse. They all looked at her, for people will stare at a stranger in country villages. Then a carriage passed by with several gaily dressed ladies in it, and they also turned and looked at Nesta. Nesta hurried after that. How awful it would be if she suddenly met Angela St Just Angela would know her, of course, and she would know Angela. But no one in the carriage seemed to recognise her, and the prancing horses soon bowled out of sight. Then she came to a cottage covered with ivy, roof and all; it almost seemed weighted down by the evergreens. She saw a tiny porch made of latticework, which was also covered with evergreens. The porch was so small and so entirely covered that Nesta had slightly to stoop to get within. There was a little door which was shut; she knocked, and a voice said, "Come right in."