Bless my heart alive!' said Mr.Omer, pondering, 'how she loves that child!' Having so favourable an opportunity, it occurred to me to ask Mr.Omer, before our conversation should be interrupted by the return of his daughter and her husband, whether he knew anything of Martha.
'Ah!' he rejoined, shaking his head, and looking very much dejected.
'No good.

A sad story, sir, however you come to know it.

I never thought there was harm in the girl.

I wouldn't wish to mention it before my daughter Minnie--for she'd take me up directly--but I never did.

None of us ever did.' Mr.Omer, hearing his daughter's footstep before I heard it, touched me with his pipe, and shut up one eye, as a caution.