We packed her up as quick as we could, and he was sent off by express; and she says to me, 'Mis Kenny, you see how 't is.

I've got this house on my hands till May.

There's no time to see to anything, and I've got no heart to care; but if any one'll take it for the winter, well and good; and I'll leave the sheets and table-cloths and everything in it, because it may make a difference, and I don't mind about them nohow.

And if no one does take it, I'll just have to bear the loss,' says she.

Poor soul! she was in a world of trouble, surely." "Do you know what rent she asks for the house ?" said Clover, in whose mind a vague plan was beginning to take shape.
"Twenty-five a month was what she paid; and she said she'd throw the furniture in for the rest of the time, just to get rid of the rent." Clover reflected.