"Well, haven't I said I won't?"
"Ah, you think you won't, dear bless-ed!"
"I tell you I won't."
"Yes, but when they get you up, they'll just be trying to marry you to some fine rich woman; and I am sure she won't know how to take care of you as I do. They ain't brought up to air and mend linen, to darn stockings, and to tack on shirt-buttons. They'll never suit you, ducky."
"Catch me marrying a fine woman, Moll!"
"Ha, won't you though, bless-ed? Oh, dear me!" Mary Anne burst into tears.
"What's the matter, Moll, now?"
"Oh, dear ducky! I wish I was an honest woman. I might go every where with you, and not be ashamed of it either; and I do love you so. I shall die if you leave me—I know I shall!"
"But I won't leave you."
"Oh, there's a ducks! But you know what you promised me, Tiddy dear?"