"Yes--I see; we couldn't do wrong, I suppose--could we ?--if we got her a little dog, and a lot of new gowns." There was, evidently, no more help in the way of advice to be expected from Owen than from Morgan himself.

As I came to that conclusion, I saw through the window our old housekeeper on her way, with her basket, to the kitchen-garden, and left the room to ascertain if she could assist us.
To my great dismay, the housekeeper took even a more gloomy view than Morgan of the approaching event.

When I had explained all the circumstances to her, she carefully put down her basket, crossed her arms, and said to me in slow, deliberate, mysterious tones: "You want my advice about what's to be done with this young woman?
Well, sir, here's my advice: Don't you trouble your head about her.

It won't be no use.

Mind, I tell you, it won't be no use." "What do you mean ?" "You look at this place, sir--it's more like a prison than a house, isn't it?
You, look at us as lives in it.