Thy daughters are not serving wenches, Martin.

What can Prudence be thinking of ?" Martin smiled slightly.

It seemed to him that beneath his sister's iron rule his daughters did little but toil after the fashion of serving wenches from morning to night.

As for Susan herself, she worked harder than any servant she had ever had beneath her sway.
"What says the letter ?" he asked briefly; "what is the matter that angers thee ?" "I am not angry," answered Susan sharply.

"I trust I know my duty better as a Christian than to be angered over trifles.