Man, whom it was impossible she should love, tho' he was very rich:
That she was now going to seek her Fortune in _London_, where she hop'd,
at least, to get her a good Service. They all seem'd to pity her very
heartily; and, in a little Time after, they went to their two several
Apartments, in one of which _Arabella_ and the Damsel of the House went
to Bed, where the young Lady slept soundly, notwithstanding the Hardness
of her Lodging. In the Morning, about Four, according to her laudable
Custom, the young hardy Maiden got up to her daily Employment; which
waken'd _Arabella_, who presently bethought her self of an Expedient for
her more secure and easy Escape from her Parents Pursuit and Knowledge,
proposing to her Bedfellow an Exchange of their Wearing-Apparel. The
Heiress and Hope of that little Family was extreamly fond of the
Proposal, and ran immediately to acquaint her Mother with it, who was so
well pleas'd, that she could hardly believe it, when the young Lady
confirm'd it, and especially, when she understood the Exchange was to be
made on even Hands. 'If you be in earnest, Forsooth, (said the Mother)
you shall e'en have her Sunday-Cloaths.' 'Agreed (return'd _Arabella_)
but we must change Shifts too; I have now a Couple about me, new and
clean, I do assure you: For my Hoods and Head-dress you shall give me
two Pinners, and her best Straw-Hat; and for my Shoes, which I have not
worn above a Week, I will have her Holliday Shoes.' 'A Match, indeed,
young Mistress,' cry'd the good Wife. So without more Ceremony, the
young unhappy Lady was attir'd in her Bedfellow's Country Weeds, by Help
of the Mother and Daughter. Then, after she had taken her Leave of the
good old Man too, she put a broad round Shilling into his Wife's Hand,
as a Reward for her Supper and Lodging, which she would fain have
return'd, but t'other would not receive it. 'Nay, then, by the Mackins,
(said her Hostess) you shall take a Breakfast e're you go, and a Dinner
along with you, for Fear you should be sick by the Way.' _Arabella_
stay'd to eat a Mess of warm Milk, and took some of their Yesterday's
Provision with her in a little course Linnen Bag. Then asking for the
direct Road to _London_, and begging a few green Wall-nuts, she took her
last Farewel of them.

Near Twelve at Noon she came to a pleasant Meadow, through which there
ran a little Rivulet of clear Water, about nine miles from her last
Lodging, but quite out of the Way to _London_.