"Then this girl's liable to fainting dead away, without notice----"
"She wouldn't do it!" cried Sally, beating her hands together and creeping closer to Seth; "she wouldn't do it, if you didn't want her to!"
"--And of falling into trances--"
"She'd never do so agin, this gal wouldn't, if you didn't want her to!"
"Three-and-sixpence wouldn't go far, Sal, but it's something. What next did Pharaoh say?"
"'She's got eighteen pound a year,' says Pharer, 'and she's been obliged to go away from you 'cause she's so poor, and couldn't git nothink to eat; but she's giving somebody three-and-sixpence a week for your keep.'"
"Ah, ah, Sally, now we're coming to it."
"After that, Pharer looks at baby----"
"Saying anything about her keep, Sal?"
"Oh, no; there's no need to. I keep her, you know; I take care of her. I nurse her, and wash her, and dress her, and put her to bed, and she's no trouble to nobody."