Here she sate down, and
after drinking some of the Water out of the Hollow of her Hand, she
open'd her Bag, and made as good a Meal as the Courseness of the Fare,
and the Niceness of her Appetite would permit: After which, she bruis'd
the outward green Shells of a Wall-nut or two, and smear'd her lovely
Face, Hands, and Part of her Arms, with the Juice; then looking into the
little purling Stream, that seem'd to murmur at the Injury she did to so
much Beauty, she sigh'd and wept, to think to what base Extremities she
was now likely to be reduc'd! That she should be forc'd to stain that
Skin which Heaven had made so pure and white! 'But ah! (cry'd she to her
self) if my Disobedience to my Parents had not stain'd my Conscience
worse, this needed not to have been done.' Here she wept abundantly
again; then, drying her Eyes, she wash'd her Feet to refresh 'em, and
thence continu'd her Journey for ten Miles more, which she compass'd by
seven a Clock; when she came to a Village, where she got Entertainment
for that Night, paying for it, and the next Morning, before Six, as soon
as she had fill'd her little Bag with what good Chear the Place
afforded, she wander'd on 'till Twelve again, still crossing the
Country, and taking her Course to the Northern Parts of _England_, which
doubtless was the Reason her Father and his Servants miss'd of her in
their Pursuit; for he imagin'd that for certain she had taken her
nearest Way to _London_. After she had refresh'd her self for an Hour's
Time by the Side of a Wood, she arose and wander'd again near twelve
Miles by eight a Clock, and lodg'd at a good substantial Farmer's.

Thus she continu'd her Errantry for above a Fortnight, having no more
Money than just thirty Shillings, half of which brought her to Sir
_Christian Kindly's_ House in _Lancashire_. 'Twas near five a Clock in
the Afternoon when she reach'd that happy Port, when, coming to the Hall
Door, she enquir'd for the Lady of the House, who happily was just
coming into the Hall with a little Miss in her Arms, of about four Years
old, very much troubled with weak and sore Eyes: The fair Wanderer,
addressing her self to the Lady with all the Humility and Modesty
imaginable, begg'd to know if her Ladyship had any Place in her Family
vacant, in which she might do her Service? To which the Lady return'd,
(by Way of Question) Alas! poor Creature! what canst thou do? Any thing,
may it please your Ladyship, (reply'd the disguis'd Beaut