duty; and if that wont serve you, nothing will. So don't bother me any more.'
"So then, I went away. But I heard Maister Weston...Maister Weston was there Miss—this was his first Sunday at Horton you know, an' he was i' th' vestry in his surplice helping th' rector on with his gown."
"Yes Nancy."
"And I heard him ask Maister Hatfield who I was; an' he said, 'Oh! she's a canting old fool.'
"And I was very ill grieved Miss Grey; but I went to my seat, and I tried to do my duty as afore time; but I like got no peace. An' I even took the sacrament; but I felt as though I were eating an' drinking to my own damnation all th' time. So I went home, sorely troubled.
"But next day, afore I'd gotten fettled up—for indeed Miss, I'd no heart to sweeping an' fettling, an' washing pots; so I sat me down i' th' muck—but who should come in but Maister Weston! I started siding stuff then, an' sweeping an' doing; an' I expected he'd begin a calling me for my idle ways as Maister Hatfield would a' done; but I was mista'en; he only bid me good mornin' like,
