You will order your little dinner every day; and anything you take a fancy to, I'm sure will be as readily provided as if you were a Lady.' 'Yes to be sure!' said Miss Tox, keeping up the ball with great sympathy.

'And as to porter!--quite unlimited, will it not, Louisa ?' 'Oh, certainly!' returned Mrs Chick in the same tone.

'With a little abstinence, you know, my dear, in point of vegetables.' 'And pickles, perhaps,' suggested Miss Tox.
'With such exceptions,' said Louisa, 'she'll consult her choice entirely, and be under no restraint at all, my love.' 'And then, of course, you know,' said Miss Tox, 'however fond she is of her own dear little child--and I'm sure, Louisa, you don't blame her for being fond of it ?' 'Oh no!' cried Mrs Chick, benignantly.
'Still,' resumed Miss Tox, 'she naturally must be interested in her young charge, and must consider it a privilege to see a little cherub connected with the superior classes, gradually unfolding itself from day to day at one common fountain--is it not so, Louisa ?' 'Most undoubtedly!' said Mrs Chick.

'You see, my love, she's already quite contented and comfortable, and means to say goodbye to her sister Jemima and her little pets, and her good honest husband, with a light heart and a smile; don't she, my dear ?' 'Oh yes!' cried Miss Tox.

'To be sure she does!' Notwithstanding which, however, poor Polly embraced them all round in great distress, and coming to her spouse at last, could not make up her mind to part from him, until he gently disengaged himself, at the close of the following allegorical piece of consolation: 'Polly, old 'ooman, whatever you do, my darling, hold up your head and fight low.