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 credit to his wife. Well, Peggy, how is it? ſaid he. I fear thou art deadly tired? A little, ſaid ſhe, to be ſure; however, that is the fate of poor folk you know. O, Robert! how could I enjoy a walk with thee this fine evening, if we were gentle folk! I am heartily ſorry to ſee thee ſo weary, my poor girl, ſaid, Robert; but whatever you do, Peggy, do not envy gentlefolk; we have our troubles, and they have theirs; let us reckon up our bleſſings, and we ſhall find we have much more than our deſerts. As he uttered theſe words a gentleman and lady in a high phaeton, attended by two ſervants on horſeback, paſſed by. Their appearance ſhowed them to be of rank; the lady was beautiful, and looked very good-natured; and the haymakers admired her as ſhe whirled along. The black beaver hat, adorned with a gold band, and an elegant plume of white feathers, waving high above her head, made her eaſily seen at a diſtance. Peggy ferched another ſigh. Well! ſaid he, I muſt not ſtand here, my poor children will want to go to bed. I cannot ride about at my eaſe like that gay lady—She never knew what it was to have her feet ache as mine do —What a fine thing it is to be rich! When this lady and gentleman go home they will have a nice ſupper, and ſervants to wait on them, while we, who could enjoy theſe delights as well as our betters, have nothing but bread and cheeſe.