Caton pawb! you are only twenty now You have your life before you; you may marry, child, in spite of all that has happened." "_Nance!_" said Valmai, and the depth of reproach and even injury in her voice made plain to Nance that she must never suggest such a thing again.
"Don't be angry with me, my dear!" "Angry with you! No, I am only thinking how little you know--how little you know.

But where shall I find my sister?
You said once you had her address, where is it ?" "Oh, anwl! I don't know.

Somewhere in the loft--" and Nance looked up at the brown rafters.

"I haven't seen it for twenty years, but it's sure to be there, I remember, then somebody wrote it out for me, and I tied it up with a packet of other papers.

They are in an old teapot on the top of the wall under the thatch, just there, my child, over the door.