By some accident, the careful old servant broke one of the former.

She looked up quickly at her mistress, who usually visited all such offences with no small portion of rebuke.
"Never mind, Nancy," said Mrs.Browne.

"It's only an old tumbler; and Maggie's going to be married, and we must buy a new set for the wedding-dinner." Nancy looked at both, bewildered; at last a light dawned into her mind, and her face looked shrewdly and knowingly back at Mrs.Browne.Then she said, very quietly: "I think I'll take the next pitcher to the well myself, and try my luck.

To think how sorry I was for Miss Maggie this morning! 'Poor thing,' says I to myself, 'to be kept all this time at that confounded well' (for I'll not deny that I swear a bit to myself at times--it sweetens the blood), 'and she so tired.' I e'en thought I'd go help her; but I reckon she'd some other help.

May I take a guess at the young man ?" "Four thousand a-year! Nancy;" said Mrs.Browne, exultingly.
"And a blithe look, and a warm, kind heart--and a free step--and a noble way with him to rich and poor--aye, aye, I know the name.