was a cold, windy Friday afternoon in March. My mother was sitting by the fire, feeling very lonely and unhappy, and crying a little. Suddenly a stern, strange-looking face appeared at the window. ‘Open the door!’ ordered the sternfaced lady. My mother was shocked,but obeyed at once. ‘You must be David Copper field's wife,’said the lady as she entered.‘I'm Betsey Trotwood. You've heard of me?’ ‘Yes,’whispered mother,trembling. ‘How young you are!’ cried Miss Betsey.‘Just a baby!’ My mother started sobbing again.‘I know I look like a child! I know I was young to be a wife, and I'm young to be a mother! But perhaps I'll die before I become a mother!’ ‘Come, come! answered Miss Betsey.‘Have some tea.Then you'll feel better.What do you call your girl?’ ‘My girl? I don't know yet that it will be a girl,’replied my mother miserably. ‘No,I don't mean the baby,I mean your servant!’