"It won't hurt me at all, ma'am."
"And you give it to Miss Dorothy with my love. Don't you let 'em think I sent it to my sister-in-law."
"And is that to be all, ma'am?"
"How do you mean all?"
"Because, ma'am, the railway and the carrier would take it quite ready, and there would be a matter of ten or twelve shillings saved in the journey."
"Whose affair is that?"
"Not mine, ma'am, of course."
"I believe you are afraid of the trouble, Martha. Or else you don't like going because they're poor."
"It ain't fair, ma'am, of you to say so;—that it ain't. All I ask is,—is that to be all? When I've giv'em the lamb, am I just to come away straight, or am I to say anything? It will look so odd if I'm just to put down the basket and come away without e'er a word."
"Martha!"