Mary blinked in surprise at the girl who had burst in. She glanced from her to Harry and back. So this was one of the working girls hereabouts? Or someone else? She seemed awfully... young. "It's all right. Sort what needs sorting, Harry. I'll come along." Nothing could be much worse than the scraps Mum and Jon used to have and Nell didn't look big enough to do near the damage Mrs Jon Darby could manage.
She watched Harry's movements and wondered. Just one of the girls or a mistress?