had any occasion to lose your time in admiring them, when, you know, you break stones by measure, and your wife and children are starving for want of bread."
"Do not distress yourself upon that head, my good woman," said Clara; "we have money, and our gratitude will not permit you to want any thing that we can give you."
"Thank you, thank you," cried the woman; "it 's a pleasure to serve a generous gentleman like your honour."
"What a charming voice you have!" said Clara, turning away to avoid the woman's praises, and addressing herself to the milk-maid; who, having finished her task, now stepped over the stile that divided the field from the garden of the cottage, with a pail of milk upon her head, and advanced gracefully in measured steps towards them.
"I am very happy to have pleased you, Sir," replied the girl, dropping her foot into the fourth position, as she made an elegant curtsy, and then glided gracefully on.
"Stay, stay!" cried Clara; "won't you give us another song before you go?"
