“For a short time. He wants to go out into the world and make his own living.”
“And no wonder—poor boy! It’s hard times he had here.”
“Didn’t Mrs. Crawford treat him well?” asked Gilbert, with curiosity
“Is it trate him well? She was a-jawin’ an’ a-jawin’ him from mornin’ till night. Ugh, but she’s an ugly cr’atur’!”
“How about Peter?”
“He’s just as bad—the m’anest bye I iver set eyes on. It would do me good to see him flogged.”
She chatted a little longer with Gilbert, helping him to find Carl’s clothes, when suddenly a shrill voice was heard calling her from below.
“Shure, it’s the madam!” said Jane, shrugging her shoulders. “I expect she’s in a temper;” and she rose from her knees and hurried downstairs.