860 TWENTY-SIAXTH EVENING,

Betty. Nay, that’s true, sir; and we have reason
enough to be thankful that we are able and willing to
work, and have a good landlord to live under.

Landi, Good tenants deserve good landlords ; and
T have been iong acquainted with your vatue. Come,
little folk, [ have brought something for you.

[ Lakes out cakes.

Betty. Why don’t you thank his honour ?

Landi. Y did not think you had a daughter go old
as that young woman.

Betty. No more I have, sir. She is not my own
daughter, though she is as good as one to me.

Landl. Some relation, then, I suppose P

Betty. No, sir, none at all.

Land. Who is she, then ?

Betty (whispering). When she is gone out I will
tell your honour.—(Loud.) Go, Fanny, and take some
milk to the young calfin the stable.  [Hawit Fanny.

Landl, A. pretty, modest-looking young woman, on
my word!

Betty. Ay, sir, and as good as she is pretty. You
must know, sir, that this young woman is a stranger,
from a great way off. She came here quite by acci-
dent, and has lived with us above a twelvemonth. ll
tell your honour all about it, if you choose.

Landi. Pray do,—I am curious to hear it. But
first favour me with a draught of your whey.

Betty. I beg your pardon, sir, for not offering it.
Riun, Mary, and fetch his honour some fresh whey in
a clean basin. [Mary goes.

Landl, Now pray begin your story.

Betty. Well, sir, as our John was coming from work
one evening, he saw at some distance on the road 4
carrier’s waggon overturned. He ran up to help, and
found a poor old gentlewoman lying on the bank much
hurt, and this girl sitting beside her, erying. My
pood man, after he had helped in setting the waggon
to rights, went to them, and with a good deal of diffi-
culty got the gentlewoman into the waggon again, and