"What sort of a place is this to live at, and what sort of a mis'ess is she to work under ?" Gabriel's bosom thrilled gently as he thus slipped under the notice of the assembly the inner-most subject of his heart.
"We d' know little of her--nothing.

She only showed herself a few days ago.

Her uncle was took bad, and the doctor was called with his world-wide skill; but he couldn't save the man.

As I take it, she's going to keep on the farm.
"That's about the shape o't, 'a b'lieve," said Jan Coggan.

"Ay, 'tis a very good family.