\"Oh！\"saidOwen，moreconfusedthanbefore。\"Yes——Isee；wecouldn’tdowrong，Isuppose——couldwe？——ifwegotheralittledog，andalotofnewgowns。\"
Therewas，evidently，nomorehelpinthewayofadvicetobeexpectedfromOwenthanfromMorganhimself。AsIcametothatconclusion，Isawthroughthewindowouroldhousekeeperonherway，withherbasket，tothekitchen—garden，andlefttheroomtoascertainifshecouldassistus。
Tomygreatdismay，thehousekeepertookevenamoregloomyviewthanMorganoftheapproachingevent。WhenIhadexplainedallthecircumstancestoher，shecarefullyputdownherbasket，crossedherarms，andsaidtomeinslow，deliberate，mysterioustones：
\"Youwantmyadviceaboutwhat’stobedonewiththisyoungwoman？Well，sir，here’smyadvice：Don’tyoutroubleyourheadabouther。Itwon’tbenouse。Mind，Itellyou，itwon’tbenouse。\"
\"Whatdoyoumean？\"