Jill: a Flower Girl by L.T. Meade

Jill pulled her mother's hand fiercely inside her arm. The presence of the angry, upright girl had a sobering effect on the older women. A dim sense of shame and distress was stealing over her. She made violent efforts to keep from tottering, and, raising one powerful but shaking hand, tried to straighten her bonnet.

Jill walked past Mrs Stanley's flat, without stopping to fetch her basket of flowers. When she reached the top landing of the house she slipped her hand into her mother's pocket, took out the key which by then, and opened the door which led into the little flat. The flat consisted of two rooms and a narrow passage.