She had behaved after the same fashion all the way from Boston, as
Mr. Wales told his wife in a whisper. The two were a little dismayed,
at the whole appearance of the small apprentice; to tell the truth,
she was not in the least what they had expected. They had been
revolving this scheme of taking "a bound girl" for some time in their
minds; and, Samuel Wales' gossip in Boston, Sam Vaughan, had been
requested to keep a lookout for a suitable person.
So, when word came that one had been found, Mr. Wales had started at
once for the city. When he saw the child, he was dismayed. He had
expected to see a girl of ten; this one was hardly five, and she had
anything but the demure and decorous air which his Puritan mind
esteemed becoming and appropriate in a little maiden. Her hair was
black and curled tightly, instead of being brown and straight parted
in the middle, and combed smoothly over her ears as his taste
regulated; her eyes were black and flashing, instead of being blue,
and downcast. The minute he saw the child, he felt a disapproval of
her rise in his heart, and also something akin to terror.
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