“That there complaint our gemmen has got.” “Nonsense, Milly! you misunderstood me; I meant to say that they had ‘no bottoms to their stomachs.’” “My Gor A’mighty! Miss Ally, what a misfortunate state to be in. It’s a world’s wonder as it don’t kill ’em to death!” “Pshaw, Milly! There is nothing the matter with them except that they never get done eating.” “Oh, is that it, Miss Ally? Well, indeed, I don’t believe they ever does; especially when they is a talkin’ pullyticks. ’Case, you see, Miss Ally, I done sent ’em in four dozen scallop crabs and six dozen raw open Nanticoke oysters, each one of ’em as big as the palm of my hand, and two deviled turkeys, and bless patience if they didn’t put all that away in less than an hour, and sent for more.” “Well, they will want a hot supper by and by, that is certain. So take the candle, Milly, and go before me. I am going down to the library door to speak to General Garnet.” Milly lifted the candlestick, and preceded her mistress down the stairs. When she reached the library door Alice stepped before her and rapped. General Garnet came to the door and opened it. On seeing his wife: “Well, what do you want now? Didn’t I direct you to keep your chamber until I came?” he inquired sternly. “Yes; and I would have done so, but your visitors are staying longer than you or I supposed. Perhaps they will need supper; shall I order it?” “No! Mind your own business. Don’t go beyond your orders. Return to your room and wait me there,” he said, and shut the door in her face. Alice sighed, and turned from the door. Milly was indignant. This was the first time she had ever positively witnessed any disrespect shown to her beloved mistress. And Milly boiled with rage.