CLARA. [_Rising and putting down her work_.] I know she has, Robin. EMILY. Don’t let me catch you speaking to Master Spring as though you and he was of the same station, young person. CLARA. Master Robin, and Miss Jessie, I will go upstairs and fetch the gifts that your aunt has brought for you. [_She goes leisurely towards the staircase door_, _smiling at the children_. EMILY. Ah, and you may tell your young madam that ’tis high time as she was out of bed and abroad. Hear that? [CLARA _goes out_. JESSIE. I like her. She speaks so gentle. Not like Aunt. EMILY. She’s a stuck up sort of fine lady herself like. Look at the hands of her, ’tis not a day’s hard work as they have done in her life, I’ll warrant. ROBIN. What will she bring us from out of the great boxes, do you think? EMILY. Sommat what you don’t need, I warrant. ’Tis always so. When folks take it into their heads to give you aught, ’tis very nigh always sommat which you could do better without. [EMILY _gets up and begins settling the pots on the fire_, _and fetching a jug of cold water from the back kitchen and a knife which she lays on the table_. [CLARA _enters carrying some parcels_. _She brings them to the table_. _Both the children run to her_. CLARA. [_Holding out a long parcel to_ EMILY _and speaking to the children_.] The first is for your mother, children. EMILY. [_With an angry exclamation_.] Now, you mark my words, ’twill be sommat as I shall want to fling over the hedge for all the use ’twill be. [_She comes near_, _opens the parcel and perceives it to be a length of rich black silk_. CLARA. My mistress thought it might be suitable. EMILY. Suitable? I’ll suitable her. When shall my two hands find time to sew me a gown out of it, I’d like to know? And if ’twas sewn, when would my limbs find time to sit down within of it? [_Flinging it down on the table_.] Suitable? You can tell your mistress from me as she can keep her gifts to herself if she can’t do better nor this. JESSIE. [_Stroking the silk_.] O Mother, the feel of it be softer nor a dove’s feather. ROBIN. [_Feeling it too_.] ’Tis better nor the new kittens’ fur. EMILY. Let us see if your aunt have done more handsomely towards you children. CLARA. I am afraid not. These coral beads are for Miss Jessie, with her aunt’s dear love. And this book of pictures is for Master Robin. JESSIE. [_Seizing the beads with delight_.] I love a string of beads. [_Putting them on_.] How do they look on me? EMILY. Off with them this moment. I’ll learn her to give strings of rubbish to my child. JESSIE. [_Beginning to cry_.] O do let me wear it just a little while, just till dinner, Mother. EMILY. Have done with that noise. Off with it at once, do you hear. JESSIE. [_Taking the necklace off_.] I love the feel of it—might I keep it in my hand then?