When she could speak to Mrs. Dove alone, she earnestly besought that
old friend to look after the child, her health, her dress, and above
all to supply here lack of experience and give her kind counsel and
advice.
"I will indeed, ma'am, as though she were my own," promised Mrs. Dove.
"O nurse, I give my sweet jewel to your care; you know what a great
house in London is better than I do. You will warn her of any danger."
"I will do my endeavour, ma'am. We servants see and hear much, and
if any harm should come nigh the sweet young miss, I'll do my best
for her."
"Thank you, nurse, I shall never, never see her more in her free
artless childishness," said Betty, sobbing as if her heart would
break; "but oh, nurse, I can bear the thought better since I have
known that you would be near her."
And at night, when her darling nestled for the last time in her arms,
the elder sister whispered her warnings. Her knowledge of the great
world was limited, but she believed it to be a very wicked place, and
she profoundly distrusted her brilliant kinswoman; yet her warnings
took no shape more definite than--"My dearest sister will never
forget her prayers nor her Bible." There was a soft response and
fresh embrace at each pause. "Nor play cards of a Sunday, nor ever
play high.
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