The Greatest Plague of Life: or, the Adventures of a Lady in Search of a Good Servant.Mayhew, Henry
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The Greatest Plague of Life: or, the Adventures of a Lady in Search of a Good Servant.
Mayhew, Henry
English wit and humor; Household employees
upset, so that as my beautiful Broadwood fell smash upon the stones in
the yard, whop came that great big heavy water-butt right upon it,
crashing it all to shivers, and shooting the whole of its contents, for
all the world like a torrent, into both of our kitchens, and flooding
the whole place at least two pattens deep I declare--
When we went up stairs to look after that deaf scoundrel of a Jim, oh,
lud! if the breaking of the rope hadn’t thrown him back into my darling
little Kitty’s beautiful cradle, and as I said to myself, I am sure it
was a perfect mercy that the poor dear innocent angel hadn’t been
sleeping there at the time, or that heavy lout of a Jim must have killed
her on the spot, and as it was, there were all the wicker work ribs of
the thing broken in, so that it was impossible ever to think of letting
her sleep in it again, for really and truly, it looked more like an old
hamper than a respectable baby’s bassinet.
As for the party, it was next to madness to think another moment about
that, for when you hadn’t a piano, or a window on the staircase left, I
should like to know how it would ever be possible to have a nice
comfortable dance; so after I had given it to Mr. Dick Farden well, and
told him that I should certainly make a point of stopping the piano out
of his wages, and after I had packed Mr. Jim off home to his family with
a flea in his ear, there was I obliged in my state of mind to sit down,
and scribble off a lot of story-telling letters to all the friends I had
invited, saying, that owing to my sweet Kitty’s having been taken
suddenly and dangerously ill, I regretted to say that I was compelled
to postpone the pleasure of seeing them until some future period, and
bundling Mr. Dick Farden into a cab, told him to make as much haste as
ever he could and deliver them, though I do verily believe, that from
the number of knocks and cabs and hackney coaches that came to the door
that dreadful evening, that he put the better part of the fare in his
pocket, and never delivered many of them at all; and there was I,
obliged to come down every five minutes, from ten till twelve in the
evening, and put on a very long face, and tell a pack of taradiddles
about the sufferings of my sweet little angel of a Kitty, and how we
didn’t expect her to live the whole night through, when actually the
little pet was fast asleep in my bed and as well as she had been ever
since she was born; and upon my word, it really made my heart bleed to
have to send the dear creatures home again, when I saw how nicely their
hairs were done, and the expense they had gone to about their dresses,
for they had evidently come out determined upon spending a very pleasant
evening.
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