So I prick them out myself on fresh paper, and the Baes thinks it is all her doing, and pays her the same money, and she is quite content.
And as I carry the patterns to and fro for her, because she cannot walk, it is easy to cheat her like that; and it is no harm to cheat _so_, you know." He was silent.
"You are a good little girl, Bebee, I can see." he said at last, with a graver sound in his voice.

"And who is this Annemie for whom you do so much?
an old woman, I suppose." "Oh, yes, quite old; incredibly old.

Her man was drowned at sea sixty years ago, and she watches for his brig still, night and morning." "The dog's heart.

No doubt he beat her, and had a wife in fifty other ports." "Oh, no!" said Bebee, with a little cry, as though the word against the dead man hurt her.

"She has told me so much of him.