Never have a Miggs about you!' With this advice he kissed his blooming daughter on the cheek, and slowly repaired to Mrs Varden's room; where that lady, lying all pale and languid on her couch, was refreshing herself with a sight of her last new bonnet, which Miggs, as a means of calming her scattered spirits, displayed to the best advantage at her bedside.
'Here's master, mim,' said Miggs.

'Oh, what a happiness it is when man and wife come round again! Oh gracious, to think that him and her should ever have a word together!' In the energy of these sentiments, which were uttered as an apostrophe to the Heavens in general, Miss Miggs perched the bonnet on the top of her own head, and folding her hands, turned on her tears.
'I can't help it,' cried Miggs.

'I couldn't, if I was to be drownded in 'em.

She has such a forgiving spirit! She'll forget all that has passed, and go along with you, sir--Oh, if it was to the world's end, she'd go along with you.' Mrs Varden with a faint smile gently reproved her attendant for this enthusiasm, and reminded her at the same time that she was far too unwell to venture out that day.
'Oh no, you're not, mim, indeed you're not,' said Miggs; 'I repeal to master; master knows you're not, mim.

The hair, and motion of the shay, will do you good, mim, and you must not give way, you must not raly.