CHAPTER TWENTY TWO. 

GREAT MARY AND LITTLE MARY. 

"Who'll plough their fields? Who'll do their drudgery for them? And work like horses to give them the harvest?"--_Southey_. 

Mrs Carbonel, having seen her two little ones laid down for their midday nap, was sitting down to write a note to her husband, while Sophia was gone to give her lesson at the school, when there came a tap to the drawing-room window, and looking up she saw Tirzah Todd's brown face and her finger making signs to her. She felt displeased, and rose up, saying, "Why, Tirzah, if you want me, you had better come to the back door!" 

"Lady, you must come out this way. 'Tis Jack Swing a-coming, ma'am-- yes, he is--with a whole lot of mischievous folks, to break the machine and burn the ricks, and what not. Hush, don't ye hear 'em a hollering atop of the hill? They be gathering at the `Fox and Hounds,' and I just couldn't abear that you and the dear little children should be scared like, and the captain away. So," as Mrs Carbonel's lips moved in thanks and alarm, "if you would come with me, lady, and take the children, and come out this way, through the garden, where you wouldn't meet none of 'em, I'll take you down the short way to Farmer Pearson's, or wherever you liked, where you wouldn't hear nothing till 'tis over." 

"Oh, Tirzah! You are very good. A fright would be a most fearful shock, and might be quite fatal to my little Mary. But oh, my sister and the servants and the Pucklechurches, I can't leave them." 
Who was writing a note to her husband?
Mrs Carbonel, having seen her two little ones laid down for their midday nap, was sitting down to write a note to her husband, 