"No, ma'am, I ain't; and I don't think I shall go again."
"Why not? The place I recommended you for was a nice comfortable one, I know."
"Well, I wasn't treated fairly, and I didn't stop," said Jessie, in a sullen tone.
"Not treated fairly?" repeated her governess.
"Well, no," asserted Jessie; "mother bought me a new frock when I had been there a month. I chose it myself, mother said I might; and the missis said it was not at all suitable for a servant, so I just give notice and left."
"But you have had another place since?" said the teacher, in a questioning tone.
"Yes, but it was just about the same; she said I thought more about finery than I did about my work; so I'm going to the new blacking factory as soon as it opens."
"Oh, Jessie, I am very sorry to hear this, because you are placing yourself in the way of temptations you may not be able to resist, and may be sorry for it all the rest of your life."
"I don't like service," muttered the girl.
"My girl, everybody, in every station of life, has to endure things they do not like, it is the way God teaches and trains us all, and it would be much better for you to be in a respectable, comfortable home, learning to be useful, than playing about the street as you have been lately."