I am sure that you must be thoroughly tired, for I don't suppose you have walked so many miles since you were a girl." "I is tired, missie: but I am ready to do anything you want." "I only want you to attend to him, Chloe.

First of all you had better make some tea.

You know what is a good thing to give for a fever, and if you can find anything in the garden to make a drink of that sort, do; but I hope he will doze off for some time.

When you have done, you had better get this place tidy a little; it is in a terrible litter.
Evidently no one has been in since they moved out." The room, indeed, was strewed with litter of all sorts, rubbish not worth taking away, old newspapers, and odds and ends of every description.

Lucy looked about among these for some time, and with an exclamation of satisfaction at last picked up two crumpled envelopes.
They were both addressed "William Jenkins, Woodford, near Mount Pleasant." "That is just what I wanted," she said.
"What am you going to do, Miss Lucy ?" "I am going to Mount Pleasant," she said.
"Lor a marcy, dearie, you are not going to walk that distance! You must have walked twelve miles already." "I should, if it were twice as far, Chloe.