E-text prepared by Malcolm Farmer and the Project Gutenberg Online Distributed Proofreading Team HETTY GRAY or, Nobody's Bairn by ROSA MULHOLLAND (LADY GILBERT) CONTENTS I. FOUR YEARS OLD II. UNDER THE HORSES' FEET III. ADOPTED IV. MRS. KANE IN TROUBLE V. A LONELY CHILD VI. HETTY AND HER "COUSINS" VII. HETTY'S FIRST LESSONS VIII. HETTY DESOLATE IX. WHAT TO DO WITH HER? X. THE NEW HOME XI. HETTY TURNS REBEL XII. A COTTAGE CHILD AGAIN XIII. A TRICK ON THE GOVERNESS XIV. HETTY'S CONSTANCY XV. THE CHILDREN'S DANCE XVI. A TRIAL OF PATIENCE XVII. HETTY'S FUTURE IS PLANNED XVIII. REINE GAYTHORNE XIX. IF SHE WAS DROWNED, HOW CAN SHE BE HETTY? XX. HAPPY HETTY CHAPTER I. FOUR YEARS OLD. In all England there is not a prettier village than Wavertree. It has no streets; but the cottages stand about the roads in twos and threes, with their red-tiled roofs, and their little gardens, and hedges overrun with flowering weeds. Under a great sycamore tree at the foot of a hill stands the forge, a cave of fire glowing in the shadows, a favourite place for the children to linger on their way to school, watching the smith hammering at his burning bars, and hearing him ring his cheery chimes on the anvil. Who shall say what mystery surrounds the big smith, as he strides about among his fires, to the wide bright eyes that peer in at him from under baby brows, or what meanings come out of his clinking music to four-year-old or eight-year-old ears? Little Hetty was only four years old when she stood for five or ten minutes of one long summer day looking in at the forge, and watching and listening with all the energy that belonged to her. She had a little round pink face with large brown eyes as soft as velvet, and wide open scarlet lips. Her tiny pink calico frock was clean and neat, and her shoes not very much broken, though covered with dust. Altogether Hetty had the look of a child who was kindly cared for, though she had neither father nor mother in the world. Two or three great strong horses, gray and bay, with thick manes and tails, came clattering up to the door of the forge, a man astride on one of them. Hetty knew the horses, which belonged to Wavertree Hall, and were accustomed to draw the long carts which brought the felled trees out of the woods to the yard at the back of the Hall. Hetty once had thought that the trees were going to be planted again in Mrs. Enderby's drawing-room, and had asked why the pretty green leaves had all been taken off. She was four years old now, however, and she knew that the trees were to be chopped up for firewood. She clapped her hands in delight as the great creatures with their flowing manes came trotting up with their mighty hoofs close to her little toes.