I'm repenting; but I can't undo the mischief I've done; I must leave that behind me.
If I'd been anything like a decent father, I should have left you comfortable, instead of poor beggars.

And what is to become of my poor lass here?
See how fast she clips my hand, as if she was afeared I was going to leave her! Oh, Stephen, my lad, what will you all do ?' 'Father,' said Stephen, in a quiet and firm voice, 'I'm getting six shillings a week wages, and we can live on very little.

We haven't got any rent to pay, and only ourselves and grandfather to keep, and Martha is as good as a woman grown.

We'll manage, father, and take care of little Nan.' 'Stephen and I are not bad, father,' added Martha, speaking up proudly; 'I am not like Black Bess of Botfield.

Mother always told me I was to do my duty; and I always do it.