"He DID give 'em me," still cried poor Betsy; "didn't he, Hester? You saw Sir Pitt--you know you did--give 'em me, ever so long ago--the day after Mudbury fair: not that I want 'em. Take 'em if you think they ain't mine." And here the unhappy wretch pulled out from her pocket a large pair of paste shoe-buckles which had excited her admiration, and which she had just appropriated out of one of the bookcases in the study, where they had lain.
"Law, Betsy, how could you go for to tell such a wicked story!" said Hester, the little kitchen-maid late on her promotion--"and to Madame Crawley, so good and kind, and his Rev'rince (with a curtsey), and you may search all MY boxes, Mum, I'm sure, and here's my keys as I'm an honest girl, though of pore parents and workhouse bred--and if you find so much as a beggarly bit of lace or a silk stocking out of all the gownds as YOU'VE had the picking of, may I never go to church agin."
"Give up your keys, you hardened hussy," hissed out the virtuous little lady in the calash.
"And here's a candle, Mum, and if you please, Mum, I can show you her room, Mum, and the press in the housekeeper's room, Mum, where she keeps heaps and heaps of things, Mum," cried out the eager little Hester with a profusion of curtseys.

"He did give 'em me," cried poor Betsy Horrocks; "didn't he, Hester? You saw Sir Pitt give 'em me, the day after Mudbury fair."
"Law, Betsy, how could you tell such a wicked story!" said Hester, the little kitchen-maid, "and to Madame Crawley, so good and kind, and you may search all my boxes, Ma'am, I'm sure, and here's my keys as I'm an honest girl, and if you find so much as a beggarly bit of lace, may I never go to church agin."
"Give up your keys, you hardened hussy," hissed Mrs. Bute at Betsy.
"Here's a candle, Ma'am, and if you please, I can show you her room, where she keeps heaps and heaps of things, Ma'am," cried out the eager little Hester.
