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Grasset I worked for, ma'am, an' her that miserable an' cryin' all th' time, just because I had one of me bad timper spells. I should hate t' have one of thim here, Mrs. Fenelby." "Well," said Mr. Fenelby, controlling his righteous indignation as best he could, "what is it you want?" "I want no more of thim tariff doin's!" said Bridget firmly.
You know I would be only too glad to save, if I could, and I didn't get that new dress until you just begged and begged me to get it, and " "I know," said Mr. Fenelby, kindly. "I think you do wonders with that twenty-five hundred. I don't see how you do it; I couldn't. And that is just why I say we ought to have a domestic tariff.
He looked cheerfully at the world through rather strong spectacles, and everyone said how much he looked like Bobberts. Mrs. Fenelby was younger, but she took a much more matter-of-fact view of life and things, and Mr. Fenelby never ceased congratulating himself on having married her. "My wife Laura," he would say to his friends, "has great executive ability. She is a wonder.
It was a most dismal and disheartening Sunday, without a ray of cheerfulness in it, and Mr. and Mrs. Fenelby felt the burden of the day keenly. The house had the usual Sunday morning air of untidiness. It was a bad day on which to take up the load of the tariff and carry it through twelve hours of servantless housekeeping. Breakfast was a sad affair.
I gave you the box of candy when we were a full block from the house, and you accepted it, and it was your property after that, and you brought it into the house, and you must pay the duty on it." For a moment Mrs. Fenelby was inclined to be hurt, and then she laughed. "What is it?" her husband asked, as he seated himself at his end of the table, and unfolded his napkin.
I forgive ye all, an' I'm willin' t' let by-gones be by-gones, excipt one or two things, which ye will have t' change." "The idea!" exclaimed Mrs. Fenelby. Bridget shrugged her shoulders. "Have it yer own way, ma'am," she said. "I am not one that would dictate t' th' lady of th' house.
That seems to be what you want to do make your guests as uncomfortable as you can. You don't want us here. You make up this foolish tariff to make trouble, and you drive away your servants so that we feel that we are imposing on you, and you make fun of us when we try to be helpful " "Why, Kitty!" exclaimed Mrs. Fenelby again. "You do!" Kitty declared.
No juggler keeping alternate cannon-balls and feathers in the air ever exercised greater nicety of calculation than did Mrs. Fenelby in her act of at once retaining and restraining Bridget.
Aren't you on good terms with your neighbors, Laura?" "The Rankins might take them," said Laura, thoughtfully. "They have that vacant room, you know, Tom. They might not mind letting us put them in there." "I don't know the Rankins," said Kitty, "but I am sure they are perfectly lovely people, and that they would not mind in the least." "I know they wouldn't," said Mr. Fenelby.
Fenelby wiped her hands hurriedly and rapidly untied her apron. "I hate to waken Bobberts," she said, "but I will! I'd do anything to have that tariff unpassed again." Mr. Fenelby put his hand on her arm, restraining her as she was about to rush from the kitchen. "Wait, Laura!" he said. "You forget that you and I are not the only States now. Kitty and Billy are States, too.
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