You've set your heart on this lilac silk.

I'll give it to you for your black merino." "Not you, my lady; you are not so fond of mereeny, nor of me neither." "I'm not a liar like you," said the other, becoming herself for a moment, "and what I say I'll do.

You put out your merino for me in the dressing-room." "All right," said Polly, joyfully.
"And bring me two buckets of water instead of one.

I have never closed my eyes." "Poor soul! and now you be going to sluice yourself all the same.
Whatever you can see in cold water, to run after it so, I can't think.
If I was to flood myself like you, it would soon float me to my long home." "How do you know?
_You never gave it a trial._ Come, no more chat.

Give me my bath: and then you may wash yourself in a tea-cup if you like--only don't wash my spoons in the same water, for _mercy's sake!"_ Thus affectionately stimulated in her duties, Polly brought cold water galore, and laid out her new merino dress.