I might have been let to be scullerymaid but I'd never have been let upstairs.

I'm too common an' I talk too much Yorkshire.
But this is a funny house for all it's so grand.

Seems like there's neither Master nor Mistress except Mr.Pitcher an' Mrs.Medlock.

Mr.
Craven, he won't be troubled about anythin' when he's here, an' he's nearly always away.

Mrs.Medlock gave me th' place out o' kindness.
She told me she could never have done it if Misselthwaite had been like other big houses." "Are you going to be my servant ?" Mary asked, still in her imperious little Indian way.
Martha began to rub her grate again.
"I'm Mrs.Medlock's servant," she said stoutly.