Perhaps she won't come." "She'll come fast enough," said Martha.

"But whether she'll stay, that's a different thing.

I don't see how it's possible she's to stay.

I'm told they're feckless, idle young ladies.

She'll be so soft, ma'am, and you,--" "Well; what of me ?" "You'll be so hard, ma'am!" "I'm not a bit harder than you, Martha; nor yet so hard.