"Don't you crave too much," advised Martha. "The Bad Man craved the
pulpit of the Big Man."
"Shut your backhead. Out of school will Winnie be very near now."
"Speak clear."
"Ask Enoch Harries will I to make her his servant."
"Be modest in your manner," Martha warned her husband. "Man grand is
Enoch."
"Needing servants hap he does."
"Perhaps, iss; perhaps, no."
"Cute is Winnie," said Tim; "and quick. Sense she has."
Tim addressed Enoch, and Enoch answered: "Blabber you do to me, why for?
Send your old female to Mishtress Harries. Order you her to go quite
respectable."
Curtsying before Mrs. Harries, Martha said: "I am Tim Dafis' wife."
"Oh, really. The person that is in charge of that funny little Welsh
chapel." Mrs. Harries sat at a table. "Give me your girl's name, age,
and names of previous employers for references." Having written all
that Martha said, she remarked: "We are moving next week to a large
establishment in Thornton East. I am going to call it Windsor. Of course
the husband and I will go to the English church. I thought I could take
your girl with me to Windsor."
"The titcher give her an excellent character.
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