United States or Niger ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
The domestic staff had gone in a body to the moving-pictures, and the only occupant of the room was the new parlourmaid, who was sitting in a hard chair, reading Schopenhauer. Celestine's face was flushed, her dark hair was ruffled, and her eyes were shining. She breathed a little quickly, and her left hand was out of sight behind her back. She eyed the new parlour-maid doubtfully for a moment.
Bunbury ruffled his orange hair in an over-wrought manner with the palm of his right hand. "Have you ever seen a maid?" he asked, despairingly. "Yes, sir. And they chew gum." "I mean a parlour-maid in a smart house," moaned Mr. Bunbury.
The dinner had been an epoch in their young lives; they both remembered the date was the eighteenth of October. He pointed to the silver calendar on the chimney-piece, to which the parlour-maid attended. "This is the eighteenth again," Ted said. "There aren't two eighteenths of October in one year." Elinor was back in memories of the event. "Do you remember Aunt Carrie, and how ill she was?
"Of course," she said, "please be quick." "If you cannot wait," replied Fridji, "you must go without." "You must not speak to me like that. You know very well that parlour-maids say 'ma'am' and are expected to be respectful." "Parlour-maids! I am no parlour-maid." "Indeed?" said Amaryllis. "Here I am mistress!" "Oh!" said Amaryllis. "And you are prisoner I tell you." "Yes?" said Amaryllis.
"Maria," she thought, "would know what to do in my place. Horrid Maria!" Fortune, using the affairs of the household as an instrument, befriended Zo. In a minute more her opportunity arrived. The parlour-maid unexpectedly returned. She addressed Mr. Gallilee with the air of mystery in which English servants, in possession of a message, especially delight.
Morton; and he added, as he kissed her, "Be of good heart, I will come up by myself and spend the evening with you." It was the night after this interview. Sidney had gone to his new home; they had been all kind to him Mr. Morton, the children, Martha the parlour-maid. Mrs.
The parlour-maid enters, and casts more than one searching glance at Vivie's bruised features, but performs her duties in a workmanlike manner. Frank: "My story? Oh well, it's a happy one on the whole very happy. Soon as the war was over, I got busy in Rhodesia and pitched on a perfect site for a stock and fruit farm. The B.S.A. Co. was good to me because I'd known Cecil Rhodes and Dr.
My parlour-maid found me lying face downwards on the hearth-rug ten minutes later. My cat was sitting near my head, blinking contentedly at the fire. A little blood was oozing from a wound above my left eye. They carried me up to my bedroom and sent for my colleague, Wilfred Hammer, who lived next door.
A parlour-maid appeared, and then Hermione, coming forward with her pale face lifted, and her hands outstretched, advancing straight to the new-comers, her voice singing: 'Here you are I'm so glad to see you she kissed Gudrun 'so glad to see you she kissed Ursula and remained with her arm round her. 'Are you very tired? 'Not at all tired, said Ursula. 'Are you tired, Gudrun?
"As best we can, I suppose. I've to turn cook and housemaid and parlour-maid, now. Scullery-maid too. I suppose I shall clean the steps to-morrow morning." "Oh, but you must go to the registry-office the very first thing. Don't upset yourself about it. If you can just manage to get that lady's dinner." "It's all very well for you to talk!
Word Of The Day