It was, Mary, git the coal-skittle; Mary, run down to the public-house for the beer; Mary, I intend to wear your clean stockens out walking, or your new bonnet to church.

Only her poor father was kind to her; and he, poor old muff! his kindness was of no use.

Mary bore all the scolding like a hangel, as she was: no, not if she had a pair of wings and a goold trumpet, could she have been a greater hangel.
I never shall forgit one seen that took place.

It was when Master was in the city; and so, having nothink earthly to do, I happened to be listening on the stairs.

The old scolding was a-going on, and the old tune of that hojus "Battle of Prag." Old Shum made some remark; and Miss Buckmaster cried out, "Law, pa! what a fool you are!" All the gals began laffin, and so did Mrs.Shum; all, that is, excep Mary, who turned as red as flams, and going up to Miss Betsy Buckmaster, give her two such wax on her great red ears as made them tingle again.
Old Mrs.Shum screamed, and ran at her like a Bengal tiger.