There was something exceedingly cross and forbidding in her looks, and Mary secretly hoped she would not prove to be Mrs.Parker, the wife of the overseer.

She was soon relieved of her fears by the overseer himself, who came forward and said, "Polly, I don't see any other way but you'll have to take these children into the room next to yourn.

The baby worries a good deal, and such things trouble my wife, now she's sick." The person addressed as "Polly," gave her shoulders an angry jerk, and sticking the pin on the waist of her dress, replied, "So I s'pose it's no matter if I'm kept awake all night, and worried to death.

But I guess you'd find there'd be queer doins here if I should be taken away.

I wish the British would stay to hum, and not lug their young ones here for us to take care of." This was said with a lowering frown, and movement towards Mary, who shrank back into the corner and covered her mouth with her hand, as if that were the cause of offence.
"But you can take an extra nap after dinner," said Mr.Parker, in a conciliatory manner.