I shall report the case at once to the squire and, unless I am greatly mistaken, you will have to look out for another place." "I am very sorry, Mrs.Ellison, indeed I am; and it is not often I use the cane, now.

If it had been anyone else, I might have believed him; but Reuben Whitney is always in mischief." "No wonder he is in mischief," the lady said severely, "if he is punished, without a hearing, for all the misdeeds of others.

Well, I shall leave the matter in the squire's hands; but I am sure he will no more approve than I do of the children being ill treated." Reuben Whitney was the son of a miller, near Tipping.

John Whitney had been considered a well-to-do man, but he had speculated in corn and had got into difficulties; and his body was, one day, found floating in the mill dam.

No one knew whether it was the result of intention or accident, but the jury of his neighbours who sat upon the inquest gave him the benefit of the doubt, and brought in a verdict of "accidental death." He was but tenant of the mill and, when all the creditors were satisfied, there were only a few pounds remaining for the widow.
With these she opened a little shop in Tipping, with a miscellaneous collection of tinware and cheap ironmongery; cottons, tapes, and small articles of haberdashery; with toys, sweets, and cakes for the children.