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Just then Annie, the parlormaid, tapped on the door. "Please'm," she said to Aunt Jo, "that colored boy is goin' down in the cellar to fix the furnace." "To fix the furnace?" cried Aunt Jo. "Yes'm. He says he has taken care of a furnace before. He's been up North here for 'most two years. But he lost his job last month and couldn't find another." "The poor boy," murmured Mother Bunker.
"Because you can't expect him to keep on running up to Garthdale when Papa's all right." "I don't expect him." "Well then !" said Mary with the air of having exhausted all plausible interpretations. "If I were offended," said Gwenda, "should I be here?" The appearance of the tea-tray and the parlormaid absolved Mary from the embarrassing compulsion to reply.
Jane, the parlormaid, entering with tea, interrupted his comments. "You're American, then?" said Jill, interested. "The whole company came from New York, didn't they?" "Yes." "I'm half American myself, you know. I used to live in New York when I was very small, but I've almost forgotten what it was like. I remember a sort of over-head railway that made an awful noise . . ."
On more than one occasion their quick Irish wit had put me to my trumps to maintain my dignity, and I had noticed of late that their alleged fun at my expense had made even the parlormaid giggle in a most irritating fashion.
"'Me and Ben the man-servant, and Betty the chambermaid, and Peggy the parlormaid. All sees her, master. We never, none of us, see her before the missis was brought home; but ever since that, we sees her every day; we sees just as much of her as we used to see when she was alive! answered the woman, grovelling and weeping.
"It really seems as if we shall have to put down marigolds altogether next year," Aunt Molly repeated three times, "and do away with marguerites. They seed beyond all reason." Elizabeth, the parlormaid, kept coming in to hand vegetables whenever there seemed a chance of Ann Veronica asking for an interview. Directly dinner was over Mr.
In the hall below, the parlormaid Annie encountered Mrs. Heth, waked from her nap by the two rings at the bell. Mrs. Heth ascended to Carlisle's room and rattled the knob. "Cally?... Why, your door's locked!" The door opened, and Carlisle confronted her mother with a white tremulous face. "What's the matter?" said Mrs. Heth, gliding in with an expression of maternal solicitude.
Boards announcing that the house was for sale appeared against the railings through which Jane the parlormaid conducted her daily conversations with the tradesmen. Strangers roamed the rooms eyeing and appraising the furniture. Uncle Chris, on whom disaster had had a quickening and vivifying effect, was everywhere at once, an impressive figure of energy.
How long?" exclaimed Mrs. Hockin's new parlormaid, ready to drop, though in full print now, on the landward steps of the bathing-machine set up by the reckless Major. "Come this very hinstant, miss, honor bright!" replied the junior Stixon, who had moved in good society; "and just in the hackmy of time, miss, if I may offer you my 'umble hand."
She addressed herself to the parlormaid. "Tell Dr. Rowcliffe that tea is ready and that Miss Gwendolen is here." She really wanted Steven to come and deliver her from the situation she had created. But Rowcliffe delayed his coming. "Is it true that Steven's going to give up his practice?" Gwenda said presently. "Well no whatever he does he won't do that," said Mary.
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