"Be modest in your manner," Martha warned her husband. "Man grand is Enoch."
"Needing servants hap he does."
"Perhaps, iss; perhaps, no."
"Cute is Winnie," said Tim; "and quick. Sense she has."
Tim addressed Enoch, and Enoch answered: "Blabber you do to me, why for? Send your old female to Mishtress Harries. Order you her to go quite respectable."
Curtsying before Mrs. Harries, Martha said: "I am Tim Dafis' wife."
"Oh, really. The person that is in charge of that funny little Welsh chapel." Mrs. Harries sat at a table. "Give me your girl's name, age, and names of previous employers for references." Having written all that Martha said, she remarked: "We are moving next week to a large establishment in Thornton East. I am going to call it Windsor. Of course the husband and I will go to the English church. I thought I could take your girl with me to Windsor."
"The titcher give her an excellent character."
"I'll find that out for myself. Well, as you are so poor, I'll give her a trial. I'll pay her five pounds a year and her keep. I do hope she is ladylike."
Martha told Tim that which Mrs. Harries had said, and Tim observed: "I will rejoice in a bit of prayer."