She's as pretty as a pictur, but a stuck-up piece as ever I see.

Don't favor her mother, nor father either, as I can see." "Poor child!" said Dame Hartley, with a sigh, "I fear she will have a hard time of it before she comes to herself.

But I promised Miss Mildred that I would try my best; and you said you would help me, Jacob." "So I did, and so I will!" replied the farmer.

"But tell me agin, what was Miss Mildred's idee?
I got the giner'l drift of it, but I can't seem to put it together exactly.

I didn't s'pose the gal was _this_ kind, anyhow." "She told me," Dame Hartley said, "that this child--her only one, Jacob! you know what that means--was getting into ways she didn't like.