“You needn’t stand between me and the candle for all that,” retorted Bella. “This is another of the consequences of being poor! The idea of a girl with a really fine head of hair, having to do it by one flat candle and a few inches of looking-glass!”

“You caught George Sampson with it, Bella, bad as your means of dressing it are.”

“You low little thing. Caught George Sampson with it! Don’t talk about catching people, miss, till your own time for catching⁠—as you call it⁠—comes.”

“Perhaps it has come,” muttered Lavvy, with a toss of her head.

“What did you say?” asked Bella, very sharply. “What did you say, miss?”