"My father is Mr.
Tulliver; he lives there." "What! a big mill a little way this side o' St.Ogg's ?" "Yes," said Maggie.

"Is it far off?
I think I should like to walk there, if you please." "No, no, it'll be getting dark, we must make haste.

And the donkey'll carry you as nice as can be; you'll see." He lifted Maggie as he spoke, and set her on the donkey.

She felt relieved that it was not the old man who seemed to be going with her, but she had only a trembling hope that she was really going home.
"Here's your pretty bonnet," said the younger woman, putting that recently despised but now welcome article of costume on Maggie's head; "and you'll say we've been very good to you, won't you?
and what a nice little lady we said you was." "Oh yes, thank you," said Maggie, "I'm very much obliged to you.

But I wish you'd go with me too." She thought anything was better than going with one of the dreadful men alone; it would be more cheerful to be murdered by a larger party.
"Ah, you're fondest o' _me_, aren't you ?" said the woman.