I'm old Nat Dence's daughter.

There's two of us, and I'm the youngest.

Squire sent me in here, because miss said Hillsborough girls wasn't altogether honest.

She is a dear kind young lady; but I do pine for home and the farm at times; and frets about the young calves: they want so much looking after.

And sister, she's a-courting, and can't give her mind to 'em as should be.