When he heard her step, he turned about and began to sing "Where are you going, my pretty maid?"

The pretty maid tried to close the door.

The pretty maid heard the gruesome intelligence without any signs of distress.

"You have been a long while with the pretty maid, master," said one of them to Caleb.

Where are you going to, my pretty maid?

We know that her son could not have been in the study, because he was on the stairs, making love to the pretty French maid.

The pretty Japanese maid opened the door and gave him her usual welcoming smile, glinting with gold.

A pretty maid comes exploring, in the dark, to the secret room.

A pretty maid who, it seems, knows more than she has told me.

Now, my pretty maid who wander at night in the garment of a man, what tale have you to tell?