Lizzy, a black-eyed child of seven, looked very shy when her mother drew her forward, for the small Mosses were much in awe of their uncle from Dorlcote Mill. She was inferior enough to Maggie in fire and strength of expression to make the resemblance between the two entirely flattering to Mr. Tulliver鈥檚 fatherly love.

Maggie!鈥� the soft voice said. Lucy!鈥� answered a voice with a sharp ring of anguish in it; and Lucy threw her arms round Maggie鈥檚 neck, and leaned her pale cheek against the burning brow.