It was the fifteenth of January, about nine o'clock in the morning: Bessie was gone down to breakfast; my cousins had not yet been summoned to their mama; Eliza was putting on her bonnet and warm garden-coat to go and feed her poultry, an occupation of which she was fond: and not less so of selling the eggs to the housekeeper and hoarding up the money she thus obtained.
Bessie era scesa a colazione; le mie cugine non erano state ancora chiamate dalla loro mamma, Eliza si metteva il cappello e un mantello pesante per andar nel suo pollaio. Era quella la sua occupazione preferita, perché dal pollaio ricavava denari, vendendo le uova alla donna che dirigeva la casa.