She gave a start. "Plaise, sur, I be going to teel taetis" (till potatoes), she replied like one in fear.
"You remember me, Jennifer?" I queried, for the girl seemed too frightened to lift her eyes to mine.
"Oa iss, sur. I've 'eerd 'bout 'ee. Do 'ee be careful, sur, do 'ee."
"Hath Amelia been home lately?" I asked.
"Aw iss, laast night, sur."
"Did she tell you aught?"
"Iss, sur. She towld me 'bout you, sur."
"And what thought she about me?"
"She 'ardly knawed what to think, sur, 'cept that you be a braave strong gentleman."
"And did she tell you what her mistress thought about me?"