Thank you, Masther Hycy, but I won't have it; you know I won't." "So you will stand in your own light, Nanny ?" "I hope not, sir; and, wanst for all, Mr.Hycy, there's no use in spakin' to me as you do.

I'm a poor humble girl, an' has nothing but my character to look to." "And is that all you're afraid of, Nanny ?" "I'm afear'd of Almighty God, sir: an' if you had a little fear of Him, too, Mr.Hycy, you wouldn't spake to me as you do." "Why, Nanny, you're almost a saint on our hands." "I'm glad to hear it, sir, for the sinners is plenty enough." "Very good, Nanny; well said.

Here's half a crown to reward your wit." "No, no, Mr.Hycy: I'm thankful to you; but you know I won't take it." "Nanny, are you aware that it was I who caused you to be taken into this family ?" "No," sir; "but I think it's very likely you'll be the cause of my going out of it." "It certainly is not improbable, Nanny.

I will have no self-willed, impracticable girls here." "You won't have me here long, then, unless you mend your manners, Mr.
Hycy." "Well, well, Nanny; let us not quarrel at all events.

I will be late out to-night, so that you must sit up and let me in.