You must know, Mr.Harrington, she's very fond of managing; I can see that, though I haven't known her long before she gave up short frocks; and she said to Mr.Laxley, who's going to marry her some day, "She didn't like my lady, the Countess, taking Mr.Harry to herself like that." I can't a-bear to speak his name, but I suppose he's not a bit more selfish than the rest of men.

So Mr.Laxley said--just like the jealousy of men--they needn't talk of women! I'm sure nobody can tell what we have to put up with.

We mustn't look out of this eye, or out of the other, but they're up and--oh, dear me! there's such a to-do as never was known--all for nothing!' 'My good girl!' said Evan, recalling her to the subject-matter with all the patience he could command.
'Where was I ?' Polly travelled meditatively back.

'I do feel a little cold.' 'Come closer,' said Evan.

'Take this handkerchief--it 's the only dry thing I have--cover your chest with it.' 'The shoulders feel wettest,' Polly replied, 'and they can't be helped.
I'll tie it round my neck, if you'll stop, sir.