He should come to us along the Bawtry road in a palanquin with bells jingling at the fringes.

Ann, sister Ann, run you to the top of the mound and say if you see such an uncle coming.

Moll, dear, 'tis your turn to wish." "I wish," said Molly, "for a magic mirror." Hetty gave a start, thinking she spoke of a glass which should hide her deformity.
But Molly went on gravely.

"I should call it my Why Mirror, for it would show us why we live as we do, and why mother goes ill-clothed and sometimes hungry.

No, I am not grumbling; but sometimes I wish to _know_--only to _know!_ I think my mirror would tell me something about my brothers, and what they are to do in the world.