And she fetched her Sunday bonnet down the trap-ladder where she kept it--because the other maids were so nasty--as soon as her letter was delivered.
"Your place, Jenny, is to go behind," Miss Dolly said, with no small dignity, as this zealous attendant kept step for step with her, and swung her red arm against the lady's fair one.

"I am come upon important business, Jenny, such as you cannot understand, but may stay at a proper distance." "Lor, miss, I am sure I begs your pardon.

I thought it was a kind of coorting-match, and you might be glad of my experience." "Such things I never do, and have no idea what you mean.

I shall be much obliged to you, Jenny, if you will hold your tongue." "Oh yes, miss; no fear of my telling anybody.

Wild horses would never pull a syllable out of me.