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What a bonnet that was lying beside her dear round arm in the po'trait, and her finger up making a dimple in her cheek, as if she was thinking of us in a sorrowful way. That's the arts o' being lady-like look sad-like. How could we get a bonnet for you?" "My own must do," said Rhoda. "Yes, and you to look like lady and servant-gal a-goin' out for an airin'; and she to feel it! Pretty, that'd be!"
I has my feelins as a woman, sir, and I have been a mother likeways; but touch a pipkin as belongs to me, or make the least remarks on what I eats or drinks, and though you was the favouritest young for'ard hussy of a servant-gal as ever come into a house, either you leaves the place, or me. My earnins is not great, sir, but I will not be impoged upon.
The child continued: "Billy's goin' to school now; Jane's servant-gal at the hotel; Tom plays hookey all the time, an' the baby squalls so much that nobody likes her but Billy." The man looked sad, then thoughtful; finally he put his arm around his child, and said, as he kissed and caressed her,
Ryfe as I'm a-lookin' for, an' if it was she, we couldn't trap her now, not in a crowded place like that. Besides, I see a servant-gal takin' home the beer drop her a curtsey as she went by. No, it couldn't be my lady; but if so be as you an' me is of the same mind, Mr. Ryfe, my lady shall be safe in a cage afore this time to-morrow, and never a man to keep the key but yourself, Mr.
"Yes, I wonder I never thought of it before," said the artful Barber; "you wouldn't believe how comfortable it is." "I daresay," said Mrs. Banks, grimly. "It's nice to have a woman about the house," continued Captain Barber, slowly, "it makes it more homelike. A slip of a servant-gal ain't no good at all." "How does Fred like it?" enquired Mrs. Banks.
Stained glass and bow-windows! You want a bow-window to loll about in, do you? Shouldn't wonder if you don't want a servant-gal to do the work." Mrs. Gribble flushed guiltily, and caught her breath. "We're going to live as we've always lived," pursued Mr. Gribble. "Money ain't going to spoil me. I ain't going to put on no side just because I've come in for a little bit.
You want a bow-window to loll about in, do you? Shouldn't wonder if you don't want a servant-gal to do the work." Mrs. Gribble flushed guiltily, and caught her breath. "We're going to live as we've always lived," pursued Mr. Gribble. "Money ain't going to spoil me. I ain't going to put on no side just because I've come in for a little bit. If you had your way we should end up in the workhouse."
What a bonnet that was lying beside her dear round arm in the po'trait, and her finger up making a dimple in her cheek, as if she was thinking of us in a sorrowful way. That's the arts o' being lady-like look sad-like. How could we get a bonnet for you?" "My own must do," said Rhoda. "Yes, and you to look like lady and servant-gal a-goin' out for an airin'; and she to feel it! Pretty, that'd be!"
He called out: "I'll git th' servant-gal, 'Mandy, an' we'll drive right out hum. Then you won't have such hard work any more." "An' so that's the style you was tellin' me of; eh, Sarah?" asked the cook whom Miss Nestor had engaged. "That's queer style, Sarah." Sarah was blushing from shame and mortification. Tom was quick to seize the advantage thus offered.
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