. Bless me, said
I, I did not think I had so many good things!

Well, Mrs. Jervis, said I, you have seen all my store, and I will now
sit down, and tell you a piece of my mind.

Be brief then, said she, my good girl: for she was afraid, she said
afterwards, that I should say too much.

Why then the case is this: I am to enter upon a point of equity and
conscience, Mrs. Jervis; and I must beg, if you love me, you'd let me
have my own way. Those things there of my lady's, I can have no claim
to, so as to take them away; for she gave them me, supposing I was to
wear them in her service, and to do credit to her bountiful heart. But,
since I am to be turned away, you know, I cannot wear them at my poor
father's; for I should bring all the little village upon my back; and so
I resolve not to have them.

Then, Mrs. Jervis, said I, I have far less right to these of my worthy
master's; for you see what was his intention in giving them to me. So
they were to be the price of my shame, and if I could make use of them,
I should think I should never prosper with them; and, besides, you know,
Mrs. Jervis, if I would not do the good gentleman's work, why should
I take his wages? So, in conscience, in honour, in every thing, I have
nothing to say to thee, thou second wicked bundle!

But, said I, cone to my arms, my dear third parcel, the companion of
my poverty, and the witness of my honesty; and may I never deserve the
least rag that is contained in thee, when I forfeit a title to that
innocence, that I hope will ever be the pride of my life! and then I am
sure it will be my highest comfort at my death, when all the riches and
pomps of the world will be worse than the vilest rags that can be worn
by beggars! And so I hugged my third bundle.

But, said I, Mrs. Jervis, (and she wept to hear me,) one thing more I
have to trouble you with, and that's all.

There are four guineas, you know, that came out of my good lady's
pocket, when she died; that, with some silver, my master gave me: Now
these same four guineas I sent to my poor father and mother, and they
have broken them; but would make them up, if I would: and if you think
it should be so, it shall. But pray tell me honestly your mind: As to
the three years before my lady's death, do you think, as I had no wages,
I may be supposed to be quits?--By quits, I cannot mean that my poor
services should be equal to my lady's goodness; for that's impossible.
But as all her learning an