remember the last closet-work.

So I said, when she came up, Here, Mrs. Jervis, is the first parcel;
I will spread it all abroad. These are the things my good lady gave
me.--In the first place, said I--and so I went on describing the clothes
and linen my lady had given me, mingling blessings, as I proceeded,
for her goodness to me; and when I had turned over that parcel, I said,
Well, so much for the first parcel, Mrs. Jervis; that was my lady's
gifts.

Now I come to the presents of my dear virtuous master: Hey, you know
closet for that! Mrs. Jervis. She laughed, and said, I never saw such a
comical girl in my life! But go on. I will, Mrs. Jervis, said I, as soon
as I have opened the bundle; for I was as brisk and as pert as could be,
little thinking who heard me.

Now here, Mrs. Jervis, said I, are my ever worthy master's presents; and
then I particularised all those in the second bundle.

After which, I turned to my own, and said,

Now, Mrs. Jervis, comes poor Pamela's bundle; and a little one it is to
the others. First, here is a calico nightgown, that I used to wear o'
mornings. 'Twill be rather too good for me when I get home; but I must
have something. Then there is a quilted calamanco coat, and a pair of
stockings I bought of the pedlar, and my straw-hat with blue strings;
and a remnant of Scots cloth, which will make two shirts and two shifts,
the same I have on, for my poor father and mother. And here are four
other shifts, one the fellow to that I have on; another pretty good one,
and the other two old fine ones, that will serve me to turn and wind
with at home, for they are not worth leaving behind me; and here are two
pair of shoes, I have taken the lace off, which I will burn, and may be
will fetch me some little matter at a pinch, with an old silver buckle
or two.

What do you laugh for, Mrs. Jervis? said I.--Why you are like an April
day; you cry and laugh in a breath.

Well, let me see; ay, here is a cotton handkerchief I bought of the
pedlar--there should be another somewhere. O, here it is! and here too
are my new-bought knit mittens; and this is my new flannel coat, the
fellow to that I have on and in this parcel, pinned together, are
several pieces of printed calico, remnants of silks, and such like,
that, if good luck should happen, and I should get work, would serve
for robins and facings, and such like uses. And here too are a pair of
pockets: they are too fine for me; but I have no worse