'Tis true, she would often change her Servants, but not a _Barrel the better Herring_. If she got one, by chance, knew any thing of his Business, the _rest_ never left boddering her 'till they had him out. It should never be said they demeaned themselves so much as to serve with one, who would spoil every thing by his _Rashness_, and disgrace the Service by his _Ignorance_. Now, by _Rashness_ they meant _resenting Insults_ and _Injuries_ done their Lady; and by _Ignorance_, not knowing how to _buy_ and _sell_, and live by the _Loss_. So that, all Things considered, it were a Marvel her Affairs should be in better Plight than they are, or her Debts be paid with more Ease and Expedition. _Betty_, in the mean time, is come to an opulent Fortune, has her Rents well paid, and her Farms daily improving, and would improve ten times more, if her _Sister_ could see her own Advantage so far, as to give her that Encouragement she is daily giving to _Strangers_, who give her nothing in Return but their Envy and Ill-will. But as it is, _Betty_'s in a good Way, and makes the most of a bad Market. And since she must not work for her _Sister_, she works for herself. It had been a Custom of hers to buy every thing she wanted from her _Sister's Tenants_ and _Tradesmen_, though they used her abominably, and put off upon her the worst Goods they had. If the Farmer had damaged Hops, he sold them to _Betty Ireland_; if his Malt was blinked, away it went to her; and the _Pothecary_ thought his decayed Drugs good enough for _Betty_, and instead of burning them, laid them by for her, as tho' she were not a Christian, or had the same Inside as her Sister.