"All my family lived there. I am now alone in the world. I have sent my trunk on—but I want a complete rest before I go out to service again. I thought I could get it with you. I don't want to let the family know I have gone. The family are all away at present."
"Where have you been at work?"
"At the old manor of Lamoral, three miles away."
"I have heard of it; they bought ten barrels of apples last year." She seemed to be thinking over some matter foreign to me, at that moment.
"Won't you take me? I am so tired."
"You say you can work?"
"Try me."
"We are going back for the second harvest. We live near Iberville. We have orchards there, and help is always scarce at this time. Will you help?"
"Oh, yes; anything. I can do the housework for you, if necessary."
"You don't look tough enough for that."