We were better off in our last house.

Perhaps you would like some tea as soon as it can be got." They both declared they should prefer it to anything.

"Then, Betsey, my dear, run into the kitchen and see if Rebecca has put the water on; and tell her to bring in the tea-things as soon as she can.

I wish we could get the bell mended; but Betsey is a very handy little messenger." Betsey went with alacrity, proud to shew her abilities before her fine new sister.
"Dear me!" continued the anxious mother, "what a sad fire we have got, and I dare say you are both starved with cold.

Draw your chair nearer, my dear.