wicked words. May God keep me out of the way of them both!
Your dutiful DAUGHTER.




LETTER XIX


DEAR FATHER AND MOTHER,

Our John having an opportunity to go your way, I write again, and send
both letters at once. I can't say, yet, when I shall get away, nor how I
shall come, because Mrs. Jervis shewed my master the waistcoat I am
flowering for him, and he said, It looks well enough: I think the
creature had best stay till she has finished it.

There is some private talk carried on betwixt him and Mrs. Jervis, that
she don't tell me of; but yet she is very kind to me, and I don't
mistrust her at all. I should be very base if I did. But to be sure she
must oblige him, and keep all his lawful commands; and other, I dare say,
she won't keep: She is too good; and loves me too well; but she must stay
when I am gone, and so must get no ill will.

She has been at me again to ask to stay, and humble myself. But what
have I done, Mrs. Jervis? said I: If I have been a sauce-box, and a bold-
face, and a pert, and a creature, as he calls me, have I not had reason?
Do you think I should ever have forgot myself, if he had not forgot to
act as my master? Tell me from your own heart, dear Mrs. Jervis, said I,
if you think I could stay and be safe: What would you think, or how would