you, you would not gueſs in fifty Years; but if you did gueſs, to be ſure, I muſt not tell you neither.’ ‘Nay, if it be ſomething which you muſt not tell me,’ ſaid Jones, ‘I ſhall have the Curioſity to enquire, and I know you will not be ſo barbarous to refuſe me.’ ‘I don’t know,’ cries ſhe, ‘why I ſhould refuſe you neither, for that Matter; for to be ſure you won’t mention it any more. And for that Matter, if you knew where I had been, unleſs you knew what I had been about, it would not ſignify much. Nay, I don’t ſee why it ſhould be kept a Secret, for my Part; for to be ſure ſhe is the beſt Lady in the World.’ Upon this, Jones began to beg earneſtly to be let into this Secret, and faithfully promiſed not to divulge it. She then proceeded thus. ‘Why, you muſt know, Sir, my young Lady ſent me to enquire after Molly Seagrim, and to ſee whether the Wench wanted any thing; to be ſure, I did not care to go, methinks; but Servants muſt do what they are ordered.—How could you undervalue yourſelf ſo, Mr. Jones?—So my Lady bid me go, and carry her ſome Linnen, and other Things.—She is too good. If ſuch forward Sluts were ſent to Bridewell, it would be better‘for
