"O, it ended in my having nothing to say, when I sat down to write. But
sometimes, when I get hold of a book, I wonder why I let such a poor
reason stop me. It does not others."

"But I think it was very well it did, Miss Galindo," said her ladyship.
"I am extremely against women usurping men's employments, as they are
very apt to do. But perhaps, after all, the notion of writing a book
improved your hand. It is one of the most legible I ever saw."

"I despise z's without tails," said Miss Galindo, with a good deal of
gratified pride at my lady's praise. Presently, my lady took her to look
at a curious old cabinet, which Lord Ludlow had picked up at the Hague;
and while they were out of the room on this errand, I suppose the
question of remuneration was settled, for I heard no more of it.

When they came back, they were talking of Mr. Gray. Miss Galindo was
unsparing in her expressions of opinion about him: going much farther
than my lady--in her language, at least.

"A little blushing man like him, who can't say bo to a goose without
hesitating and colouring, to come to this village--which is as good a
village as ever lived--and cry us down for a set of sinners, as if we had
all committed murder and that other thing!--I have no patience with him,
my lady. And then, how is he to help us to heaven, by teaching us our, a
b, ab--b a, ba? And yet, by all accounts, that's to save poor children's
souls. O, I knew your ladyship would agree with me. I am sure my mother
was as good a creature as ever breathed the blessed air; and if she's not
gone to heaven I don't want to go there; and she could not spell a letter
decently. And does Mr. Gray think God took note of that?"