Then she ran after her mother, and Bridget followed them at some little distance. They went directly down the street which a little farther on ran into Pier Street, Biddy feeling more and more ashamed of herself. How she wished she had been less hasty, and not spoken so rudely and crossly to her mother. It did seem true, as Alie said, that she spoilt everything. But she did not appear as sorry as she felt; indeed, her face had a rather sulky look when at last she came up to the others, who were waiting for her at the door of the shop. 'I am going in to see Mrs. Fairchild,' said her mother. 'I have something to ask her. You may come in too, Biddy, and I will ask to see the little girl too.' A naughty spirit came over Biddy, even though in her heart she was sorry. 'No,' she said. 'I don't want to see the little girl, and I don't want to come in,' and her face grew still more sullen. 'Very well,' said her mother, 'stay there then.' But as she entered the shop with Alie she whispered to her, 'I really don't know what to do with Biddy. She has such a _very_ bad temper, Alie. Just when I am doing everything I can for her too.' 'Only she doesn't know about it, you see, mamma,' Alie replied. 'Still she is very cross, I know.' Mrs. Fairchild was herself in the shop as well as her husband. As soon as she caught sight of Rosalys she seemed to know who Mrs. Vane was, and came forward with her gentle smile. 'I hope you will excuse my troubling you, Mrs. Fairchild,' said the rector's wife, 'but Mr. Redding, whom I saw this morning, thought you would be the best person to apply to about a little difficulty I am in.' She half glanced round as if to see that no one was in the way, and with quick understanding Celestina's mother turned towards the inner door. 'Will you please step into the parlour a moment?' she said. 'We should be less interrupted.' Bridget, standing by the half-open shop door, heard the words. She felt almost inclined to run forward and beg leave to go in too. But she knew she must first ask pardon of her mother for her naughtiness, and the idea of doing so before Mrs. Fairchild was not pleasant. 'If Celestina would come out herself I could ask her to ask mamma to speak to me,' thought Bridget. But no Celestina appeared. 'They will be so comfortable in that nice warm parlour,' thought Biddy; 'and I daresay Celestina will be showing Alie all her dolls and things,' for she had not noticed that just as Mrs. Vane went into the parlour she had said a word to Rosalys, who had stayed behind. So Biddy stood outside, very much put out indeed. The ten minutes during which she had to wait seemed to her like an hour; and when Celestina's mother came to the door to show her visitors out, it was not difficult for her to see that the little girl was not in at all a happy frame of mind. 'Good-morning, Miss Bridget,' said Mrs. Fairchild. 'Good-morning,' Biddy could not but reply.