But lor'! I was born to trouble, baptized in a bucket, and taken with collects at a week old.

And how did you say Mrs.
Cotton of the lodge might be, miss, as I hear is but poorly too ?" Ruth replied that she was better.
"She's no size to keep her in 'ealth," said Mrs.Eccles, "and so bent as she does grow, to be sure.

Eh, dear, but it's a good thing to be tall.

I always think little folks they're like them little watches, they've no room for their insides.

And I wonder now"-- Mrs.Eccles was coming to the point that had made her entrap Ruth on her way past--"I wonder now--" Ruth did not help her.