One night she came in high spirits, and greeted him thus: "What d'ye think?
I'm riz! Mrs.Eden, that dresses my lady's hair, she took ill yesterday, and I told the housekeeper I was used to dress hair, and she told my lady.

If you didn't please our Rhoda at that, 'twas as much as your life was worth.
You mustn't be thinking of your young man with her hair in your hand, or she'd rouse you with a good crack on the crown with a hair-brush.

So I dressed my lady's hair, and handled it like old chaney; by the same token, she is so pleased with me you can't think.

She is a real lady; not like our Rhoda.

Speaks as civil to me as if I was one of her own sort; and, says she, 'I should like to have you about me, if I might.' I had it on my tongue to tell her she was mistress; but I was a little skeared at her at first, you know.