I've got a good home to take you to.

Mother Tadman will march, of course, between this and my wedding-day.
I sha'n't want her when I've a wife to keep house for me." "Of course not," said the bailiff.

"Relations are always dangerous about a place--ready to make mischief at every hand's turn." "O, Mr.Whitelaw, you won't turn her out, surely--your own flesh and blood, and after so many years of service.

She told me how hard she had worked for you." "Ah, that's just like her," growled the farmer.

"I give her a comfortable home for all these years, and then she grumbles about the work." "She didn't grumble," said Ellen hastily.