make the porridge!” I removed the vessel out of his reach, and proceeded to take off my hat and riding-habit. “

Mr.

Earnshaw,” I continued, “directs me to wait on myself: I will. I’m not going to act the lady among you, for fear I should starve.”

“Gooid Lord!” he muttered, sitting down, and stroking his ribbed stockings from the knee to the ankle. “If there’s to be fresh ortherings⁠—just when I getten used to two maisters, if I mun hev’ a

mistress