There was my brother, as is dead an' gone, had a housekeeper once, an' she took half the feathers out o' the best bed, an' packed 'em up an' sent 'em away.

An' it's unknown the linen she made away with--Stott her name was.

It 'ud break my heart to send Tom where there's a housekeeper, an' I hope you won't think of it, Mr.Tulliver." "You may set your mind at rest on that score, Mrs.Tulliver," said Mr.
Riley, "for Stelling is married to as nice a little woman as any man need wish for a wife.

There isn't a kinder little soul in the world; I know her family well.

She has very much your complexion,--light curly hair.