It was a great relief to him when Sally threw open the middle door with a bang, which did not indicate either calmness of mind or sweetness of temper.
"Is yon young woman going to stay any length o' time with us ?" asked she of Miss Benson.
Mr Benson put his hand gently on his sister's arm, to check her from making any reply, while he said, "We cannot exactly tell, Sally.

She will remain until after her confinement." "Lord bless us and save us!--a baby in the house! Nay, then my time's come, and I'll pack up and begone.

I never could abide them things.
I'd sooner have rats in the house." Sally really did look alarmed.
"Why, Sally!" said Mr Benson, smiling, "I was not much more than a baby when you came to take care of me." "Yes, you were, Master Thurstan; you were a fine bouncing lad of three year old and better." Then she remembered the change she had wrought in the "fine bouncing lad," and her eyes filled with tears, which she was too proud to wipe away with her apron; for, as she sometimes said to herself, "she could not abide crying before folk." "Well, it's no use talking, Sally," said Miss Benson, too anxious to speak to be any longer repressed.

"We've promised to keep her, and we must do it; you'll have none of the trouble, Sally, so don't be afraid." "Well, I never! as if I minded trouble! You might ha' known me better nor that.

I've scoured master's room twice over, just to make the boards look white, though the carpet is to cover them, and now you go and cast up about me minding my trouble.