He got out of his tub and made me take his place, and he wrapped me up in something he had there.

Then he sat by the fire, and kept looking at me, I thought, in a sad sort of way; and he said, over and over again, 'Ay, it's bad to be born a little girl; it's bad to be born a little girl; pity you wasn't a boy.' Oh, how well I can hear his voice this moment! And as he kept saying this, I went off to sleep." She stopped, and played with the pebbles.
"And in the morning ?" asked Waymark.
"Well, when I woke up, it was light, and there were a lot of other men about, beginning their work on the road.

I crept out of the tub, and when they saw me, they laughed in a kind sort of way, and gave me some breakfast.

I suppose I thanked them, I hope I did; the watchman was gone, but no doubt he had told the others my story, for they showed me the way to Tottenham, and wished me luck." "And you found your friend Jane!" "No, no; how was it likely I should?
I wandered about till I could stand no longer, and then I went up to the door of a house which stood in a garden, and begged for something to eat.

The servant who opened was sending me away, when her mistress heard, and came to the door.