Don't help this, bad, bold man to keep me a prisoner here." "Ah, poor creeter!" sighed the old woman, plaintively, a second time; "only hear her talk now.

And such a pretty little thing, too! Dear, dear! It goes to one's heart.

Don't keep her standing in them wet clothes, sir.

Come upstairs.

Such a pity, such a pity!" She hobbled away, muttering to herself and shaking her head.