Happy and thankful am I, that no such evil lessons have been taught me, but rather, that I have profited by the sad example.

In my own secret chamber I have prayed, daily and nightly, for both--prayed that their hearts might be turned.

Often have I besought my mother to let me take Jennet to church, but she never would consent.

And in that poor misguided child, dear young lady, there is a strange mixture of good and ill.

Afflicted with personal deformity, and delicate in health, the mind perhaps sympathising with the body, she is wayward and uncertain in temper, but sensitive and keenly alive to kindness, and with a shrewdness beyond her years.