Long did the hours seem while I waited the departure of the company, and listened for the sound of Bessie's step on the stairs: sometimes she would come up in the interval to seek her thimble or her scissors, or perhaps to bring me something by way of supper--a bun or a cheese-cake--then she would sit on the bed while I ate it, and when I had finished, she would tuck the clothes round me, and twice she kissed me, and said, "Good night, Miss Jane."
A veces resonaban en la escalera los pasos de Bessie, que venía a buscar su dedal o sus tijeras, o a traerme algo de comer: un pastel o un bollo de manteca. Se sentaba en el lecho mientras yo comía y, al terminar, me arreglaba las ropas de la cama, me besaba y decía: «Buenas noches, Miss Jane.»