Eliza Margaret Jane Humphreys

“ Tibbie Minch was very Scotch in her speech and appearance. She was red-haired, high-colored, and bony. Her age was thirty. She had every appearance of health, and strength, and temper. But that was, of course, an after discovery. She had come to London after due consideration with a view to bettering herself, and she surveyed the house and the mistress somewhat distrustfully.
Catherine Macpherson was inclined to be diplomatic. She knew that to have a servant engaged by herself and managed by herself was an important matter. She therefore bestowed an almost friendly welcome on the newcomer. ”

“ That is all you will have to do. I always go to bed at ten o'clock myself."
She closed the door, and went up-stairs with that vague misgiving increasing and intensifying every moment. There was no doubt but that Tibbie Minch was a masterful woman, and a woman with very strong opinions and prejudices, and so was Catherine Macpherson. ”

“ I hae nae doot I'll find my ain way aboot the house the mom. Ye needna fash yersel' aboot me. I'll be ha'en the parlor swept and the breakfast laid at nine o'clock as ye said. What time do ye hae family worship?"
Catherine Macpherson was somewhat taken aback at the question. She had made no attempt at introducing family worship at all — as yet; but she resolved that it must be done forthwith. "After breakfast," she announced. "It depends on your master. He's not very strong, and at times we are a little — well, irregular." ”