My faith, weren't they badly off six children, and a mother, and father, all living in two tiny rooms.

Scarcely a bit of meat did I smell while I was there.

I hated their bread and molasses, and the place smelled so badly that I thought I should choke.
"They kept me shut up in their dirty rooms for several days; and the brat of a boy that caught me slept with his arm around me at night.

The weather was hot and sometimes we couldn't sleep, and they had to go up on the roof.

After a while, they chained me up in a filthy yard at the back of the house, and there I thought I should go mad.