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She glowered her contempt upon the interrupters. It's a pore sort of 'ousekeeper that leaves 'er doorstep till Sunday afternoon. Maybe that's when you would do your doorstep. I do mine in the mornin', before you men are awake! They relished that and gave her credit for a bull's eye.
For the next day or two George Hatchard was in such a state of nervousness and excitement that Alf was afraid that the 'ousekeeper would notice it. On Tuesday morning he was trembling so much that she said he'd got a chill, and she told 'im to go to bed and she'd make 'im a nice hot mustard poultice.
I'll tell the 'ousekeeper you're my cousin been a waiter in America at the best restaurongs 'ome for a 'oliday, but'll come in for one night to oblige. They'll pay yer a quid." "I'll hand it over to you." "Just," said Albert approvingly, "wot I was goin' to suggest myself." "Then I'll leave all the arrangements to you." "You'd better, if you don't want to mike a mess of everything.
Then she was as clean as a new pin, and dressed up as though she was going out to tea. "Oh, you're Alfred, I s'pose?" she ses, looking at 'im. "Mr. Simms is my name," ses young Alf, starting and drawing hisself up. "I know you by your portrait," ses the 'ousekeeper. "Come in. 'Ave you 'ad a pleasant v'y'ge? Wipe your boots." Alfred wiped 'is boots afore he thought of wot he was doing.
He sat there fidgeting with 'is feet until the 'ousekeeper looked at them and then 'e got up and walked upstairs. His uncle, wot was sitting on his bed when 'e went into the room and pretended that he 'adn't heard 'im come in, shook hands with 'im as though he'd never leave off.
She passed away while she was drawing George Hatchard's supper beer, and he lost ten gallons o' the best bitter ale and his 'ousekeeper at the same time. It was four months arter that afore Alf came 'ome, and the fust sight of the new 'ousekeeper, wot opened the door to 'im, upset 'im terrible. She was the right side o' sixty to begin with, and only ordinary plain.
"Well, give it a rest, then; t'ain't good for yer. And, look 'ere! Any time they don't treat you fair in there, tip us the wink, and we'll come over and do in your 'ousekeeper." Mr. Lavender smiled. "My poor housekeeper!" he said. "I thank you all the same for your charming goodwill. This is where I live," he added, stopping at the gate of the little house smothered in lilac and laburnum.
"Must you?" and Briggs asked this question with quite an unnecessary amount of tenderness, then resuming his dignity, he observed, "Mrs. Parton is a very worthy woman an excellent 'ousekeeper. But she'll no doubt excuse you for lingering a little, Miss Britta especially in my company." Britta laughed again, showing her pretty little white teeth to the best advantage.
I saw two of 'em, and I dare say I could 'ave seen more, only I didn't want to. Cleverness is a good thing in its way, but there's such a thing as being too clever, and the last 'ousekeeper young Alf picked died of old age a week arter he 'ad gone to sea.
But he's got money somehow. He's so dam'd imperent when he have. A few nights ago I sor him at Vauxhall, where I was a polkin with Lady Hemly Babewood's gals a wery pleasant room that is, and an uncommon good lot in it, hall except the 'ousekeeper, and she's methodisticle I was a polkin you're too old a cove to polk, Mr.
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