Myself.—What does your mother do on those occasions?
Maid.—She draws the quilt over her head, and says her prayers, sir.
Myself.—Why doesn’t she get up and part them?
Maid.—Lest she should get a punch or a thwack for her trouble, sir.
Myself.—Of what religion are the miners?
Maid.—They are Methodists, if they are anything; but they don’t trouble their heads much about religion.
Myself.—Of what religion are you?
Maid.—I am of the Church, sir.
Myself.—Did you always belong to the Church?
Maid.—Not always. When I was at Dinas I used to hear the preacher, but since I have been here I have listened to the clergyman.