How to keep her in a clean pinafore two hours together passes my cunning.

An' now you put me i' mind," continued Mrs.Tulliver, rising and going to the window, "I don't know where she is now, an' it's pretty nigh tea-time.

Ah, I thought so,--wanderin' up an' down by the water, like a wild thing: She'll tumble in some day." Mrs.Tulliver rapped the window sharply, beckoned, and shook her head,--a process which she repeated more than once before she returned to her chair.
"You talk o' 'cuteness, Mr.Tulliver," she observed as she sat down, "but I'm sure the child's half an idiot i' some things; for if I send her upstairs to fetch anything, she forgets what she's gone for, an' perhaps 'ull sit down on the floor i' the sunshine an' plait her hair an' sing to herself like a Bedlam creatur', all the while I'm waiting for her downstairs.

That niver run i' my family, thank God! no more nor a brown skin as makes her look like a mulatter.

I don't like to fly i' the face o' Providence, but it seems hard as I should have but one gell, an' her so comical." "Pooh, nonsense!" said Mr.Tulliver; "she's a straight, black-eyed wench as anybody need wish to see.