Maggie had no time to watch longer; for now she was called too, and down stairs she ran.
"Here, Maggie," said her mother, in a nervous hurry;--"help Nancy to get a tray ready all in a minute.

I do believe here's Mr.Buxton coming to call.
Oh, Edward! go and brush your hair, and put on your Sunday jacket; here's Mr.Buxton just coming round.

I'll only run up and change my cap; and you say you'll come up and tell me, Nancy; all proper, you know." "To be sure, ma'am.

I've lived in families afore now," said Nancy, gruffly.
"Oh, yes, I know you have.

Be sure you bring in the cowslip wine.