She's a woman too, an' it did seem to me that maybe you, with all you're good sense an' all your good-heartedness, could think of somethin', some way, that would bring that gal back to what she ort to be before she goes an' does what her mother done--marry some worthless fool before she's old enough to marry at all, an' then be helpless and downcast all the rest of her life." "I might," said the lady, after musing a little while, "I might possibly make her a place among my own servants, but I imagine she would not care for such a position, for I have always discovered that the servants who have been in hotels are dissatisfied with any other sort of service.

Besides, you probably do not wish her to associate with the servant class, and it would be far better for her if she did not." "She'd have to go, ma'am, if you was willin' to take her," said the cobbler, "but, as you say, whether she'd stay or not is a question.

Oh, Mrs.Prency," said he, resuming his work again with violent energy, "it's the hardest question that ever come up to me in all my life.

It's harder than bein' in jail or breakin' off drinkin' or anythin' else that I ever tried.

It's even harder than goin' to work; I give you my word it is." "Mr.Kimper," said the lady, "I'll tell you what I'll do.