The young leddy down to Mother Busk's, of course.
Many's the time we've longed for you to come, you reminds us so of somebody.

Why, my old missus can't set eyes on you in church, miss, without being forced to sit down a'most.

But we thought it very pretty of you not to come, miss, while the trouble was so new upon us." Something in my look or voice made the old man often turn away, while I told him that I would make the very best drawing of his mill that I could manage, and would beg him to accept it.
"Her ought to 'a been on the plank," he said, with trouble in getting his words out.

"But there! what good?
Her never will stand on that plank no more.

No, nor any other plank." I told him that I would put her on the plank, if he had any portrait of her showing her dress and her attitude.