om, I assure you. I will send up a plate.

And away the little saucy toad fluttered down.

When they had dined, up they came together.

Well, Miss, you would not eat any thing, it seems?--Very pretty sullen
airs these!--No wonder the honest gentleman had such a hand with you.

She only held up her hands and eyes; the tears trickling down her cheeks.

Insolent devils!--how much more cruel and insulting are bad women even
than bad men!

Methinks, Miss, said Sally, you are a little soily, to what we have seen
you. Pity such a nice lady should not have changes of apparel! Why
won't you send to your lodgings for linen, at least?

I am not nice now.

Miss looks well and clean in any thing, said Polly. But, dear Madam, why
won't you send to your lodgings? Were it but in kindness to the people?
They must have a concern about you. And your Miss Howe will wonder
what's become of you; for, no doubt, you correspond.

She turned from them, and, to herself, said, Too much! Too much!--She
tossed her handkerchief, wet before with her tears, from her, and held
her apron to her eyes.

Don't weep, Miss! said the vile Polly.

Yet do, cried the viler Sally, it will be a relief. Nothing, as Mr.
Lovelace once told me, dries sooner than tears. For once I too wept
mightily.

I could not bear the recital of this with patience. Yet I cursed them
not so much as I should have done, had I not had a mind to get from them
all the particulars of their gentle treatment: and this for two reasons;
the one, that I might stab thee to the heart with the repetition; and the
other, that I might know upon what terms I am likely to see the unhappy
lady to-morrow.

Well, but, Miss Harlowe, cried Sally, do you think these forlorn airs
pretty? You are a good christian, child. Mrs. Rowland tells me, she has
got you a Bible-book.--O there it lies!--I make no doubt but you have
doubled down the useful places, as honest Matt. Prior says.

Then rising, and taking it up.--Ay, so you have.--The Book of Job! One
opens naturally here, I see--My mamma made me a fine Bible-scholar.--You
see, Miss Horton, I know something of the book.

They proposed once more to bail her, and to go home with them. A motion
which she received with the same indignation as before.

Sally told her, That she had written in a very favourable manner, in her
behalf, to you; and that she every hour expected an answer; and made no
doubt, that you would come up with a mes