My Lady's Daughter, Is a Real Comfort at Starting

My lady's daughter would never have been in existence to have the present if it had not been for my lady who, with pain and travail, produced her into the world. I went into the service of the old Lord, as a page boy, and waiting on the three honorable young ladies, at the age of 15 years. There I lived till Miss Julia married the late Sir John Barringer, an excellent man, who only wanted somebody to manage him. And between ourselves he found somebody to do it. Then what is more, he grew fat on it, and lived happy and died easy on it. It was all one to me where I went, so long as my