Blenkinsop, the housekeeper, there sought her presently with consolation, on whose shoulder Amelia wept confidentially, and relieved herself a good deal. "Don't take on, Miss. I didn't like to tell you. But none of us in the house have liked her except at fust. I sor her with my own eyes reading your Ma's letters. Pinner says she's always about your trinket-box and drawers, and everybody's drawers, and she's sure she's put your white ribbing into her box."

The housekeeper sought her with consolation. "Don't take on, Miss. I didn't like to tell you. But none of us in the house have liked her except at fust. I saw her reading your Ma's letters. Pinner says she's always about your trinket-box and everybody's drawers, and she's sure she's put your white ribbon into her box."
