Eight years ago she was a servant in Mr.Smales's house, and her name was Sarah.

She had married in the meanwhile, and become Mrs.Sprowl.
She welcomed her visitor with a friendly nod, but did not rise.
"I thought it likely you'd look in, as you missed larst week.

How's things goin' in your part o' the world ?" "Very badly," returned Harriet, throwing off her hat and cloak, and going to warm her hands and feet at the fire.

"It won't last much longer, that's the truth of it." "Eh well, it's all in a life; we all has our little trials an' troubles, as the sayin' is." "How's the baby ?" asked Harriet looking towards a bundle of wrappers which lay on a sofa.
"I doubt it's too good for this world," returned the mother, grinning in a way which made her ugly face peculiarly revolting.

"Dessay it'll join its little brother an' sister before long.