"How low you seem, miss! But it's all because your cousin keeps you so close to work. It's a shame!"
"Nothing of the kind, Sarah," was the brief reply.
"Oh! but I know it is. You're fit to cry just this minute, for nothing else but because you've sat still the whole day. It would make a kitten dull to be mewed up so."
"Sarah, does your master often come home early from market when it is wet?"
"Never, hardly; but just to-day, for some reason, he has made a difference."
"What do you mean?"
"He is come. I am certain I saw Murgatroyd lead his horse into the yard by the back-way, when I went to get some water at the pump five minutes since. He was in the counting-house with Joe Scott, I believe."
"You are mistaken."
"What should I be mistaken for? I know his horse surely?"
"But you did not see himself?"