"I'll go and take a dish o' tea with him, since yo've asked me. I've many a thing I often wished to say to a parson, and I'm not particular as to whether he's preaching now, or not."
Margaret was perplexed; his drinking tea with her father, who would be totally unprepared for his visitor--her mother so ill--seemed utterly out of the question; and yet, if she drew back now, it would be worse than ever--sure to drive him to the gin-shop. She thought that if she could only get him to their own house, it was so great a step gained that she would trust to the chapter of accidents for the next.
"Good-bye, ou'd wench! We've parted company at last, we have! But thou'st been a blessin' to thy father ever sin' thou wert born. Bless thy white lips, lass,--they've a smile on 'em now! and I'm glad to see it once again, though I'm lone and forlorn for evermore."

'I'll go and take a dish o' tea with him, since yo've asked me. I've many a thing I often wished to say to a parson.'
Margaret was perplexed; his drinking tea with her father, who would be totally unprepared for his visitor - her mother so ill - seemed out of the question; yet if she drew back now, it would be sure to drive him to the gin-shop. But if she could only get him to their house, it would be a great step gained.
'Goodbye, ou'd wench! Thou'st been a blessin' to thy father ever sin' thou wert born. Bless thy white lips, lass - they've a smile on 'em now! and I'm glad to see it, though I'm forlorn for evermore.'
