"Then my Lady would hammer on the Floor," said I, "and would keep her up-Stairs altogether."
"Yes," says Father, "that would answer as ill as the two Housemaids in Æsop's Fables, that killed the Cock for waking their Mistress."
"Well," says Mr. Heavitree, "it won't be for long, that's one Blessing. Her Time's up on Monday, and I shall stay in Town till then, and take her down with me in the old Coach."
"I hope you won't have so many overturns this Time," said my Mother.
"Why, no," said he smiling, "we can dispense with them now; but I protest that Snow-Journey was the pleasantest I ever had in my Life."
"You are going to possess a Treasure, Sir," said my Father energetically.
"Indeed I think so, Sir! I was not aware you so well knew her Value."
"Always took to her, Mr. Heavitree, from the very first; Didn't I, Girls?"
"Indeed you did, Father."