And Hillsborough air don't seem to 'gree with me now not altogether as it did at first.

If you please, miss, to let me go; and then I'll come back when I'm better company than I be now.

Oh dear! oh dear!" "Why, Jael, my poor girl, what IS the matter ?" "I don't know, miss.

But I feel very unked." "Are you not happy with me ?" "'Tis no fault of yourn, miss," said Jael, rustic, but womanly.
"Then you are NOT happy here." No reply, but two clear eyes began to fill to the very brim.
Grace coaxed her, and said, "Speak to me like a friend.

You know, after all, you are not my servant.