"Oh Bessy! you may come and welcome; but don't talk so--it really makes me sorry. It does indeed."
"Then I'll keep it to mysel', if I bite my tongue out. Not but what it's true for all that."
Margaret was silent. At last she said, "Let us talk about it sometimes, if you think it true. But not now. Tell me, has your father turned out?"

'Oh Bessy! you may come and welcome; but don't talk so - it really makes me sorry.'
'Then I'll keep it to mysel'. But it's true for all that.'
Margaret was silent. At last she said,
'Let us talk about it sometime, if you think it true. But not now. Tell me, has your father turned out on strike?'
