"Yes, I did;" and after a little pause; "we must be very careful with our pennies, business is so bad now." I tried hard to keep back my tears. "If I only had some money I would gladly give it to you," I said. My mother shook her head. "Don't be silly. You need your money yourself. Have you managed to save a little?" "No," I answered very slowly. "Let me see, you have been here for a year now"--she began to count by the aid of her fingers--"and your wages are eight shillings a month." She counted again. "That ought to have left you something. I am afraid you are careless, my dear." Seeing that she looked at me with tender but reproachful eyes I cuddled down beside her. "No," I said, "I am not careless; but--" And then I told her that I had never received my real wages; only just enough to buy some very necessary articles of clothing, or to have a pair of shoes mended when it was urgently required. I felt very much ashamed to tell her this, since my own stubbornness was the cause of it all. My mother sat still, and after a long while she said: "I am glad I have come. I have never been quite at my ease, and wanted to see for myself whether you are happy or not. I have heard of a very good situation, which would be suitable for you. You would have to look after three children, and to help the cook with the scrubbing. The household there is kept on a big scale, and you would learn a great deal." I remembered the mad boy, who still managed to spit at me occasionally, and the sneers of the older boy. "I would like to take that place," I said at last. My mother got up from the linen-basket on which she had been sitting. "It is easy enough," she replied. "I have arranged for a fortnight's notice with the manager, and if I give it to-day, you are free to go in two weeks' time. I have seen the lady of the other post; she is very kind, and does not mind waiting another three weeks. You might just as well come home for a week. Does that suit you?" I nodded in silence, and we parted. When I went into the kitchen later on, my mistress was sitting near the fire as if she had been waiting for me. "I am sorry your mother wants you to leave me, but I have always said that this was too rough work for you. I hope you will like your new situation." After the fortnight had passed I again packed up my things into brown paper, but the parcel seemed to be smaller than it had been a year ago. When I took my leave my mistress handed me ten shillings, and promised to send on the rest of the money due to me. Although I knew for a certainty that she would never do it, I thanked her very much for the ten shillings, which seemed to be an enormous sum. Chapter VI