CHAPTER XV.
THE MILLIONAIRE'S WIFE.
'Don't you be taking on so, Netta, fach! if you do be crying this way, your eyes 'll be as red as carrots, and Howel 'ont like it.' 'Oh! Aunt 'Lisbeth, I can't help thinking of mother, and how she is vexing about me.' 'Look you at yourself in the glass, Netta, fach! and you 'ont be vexing any more.

I never was seeing such a glass as that before.

Look you! you can see yourself from the beauty-flowers in the white bonnet--dear! there is a bonnet! and you was looking so well in it--down to them lovely white shoes on your foots, I never was thinking before you had such little foots.' This conversation takes place whilst Mrs Jenkins is engaged in dressing Netta for her wedding, and in endeavouring at the same time to soothe various ebullitions of grief that burst out ever and anon, between the different acts of the attiring.

The girl cannot quite forget the friends she left behind her, when she so suddenly ran away from home.

The appeal to her personal appearance is not, however, in vain.