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
As for the matter of that Norah’s potatoes too, I’m sure I couldn’t see
anything so wonderful about them. But, of course, Mr. Edward must go
thinking them dressed so beautifully, just because they came up in their
jackets; though, for my own part, I never could bear the look of the
things in their skins; and what’s more, it wasn’t decent to have them
coming to table in such a state. And the next day I told my lady as
much, adding that she would be pleased to peel the potatoes before
bringing them to the parlour for the future, as they were only fit for
pigs to eat in the way she sent them up. Whereupon the vixen flew into
_such_ a rage, and abused and swore at me in _such_ a way, calling me
everything that was bad, and declaring that she would pay me out for it.
And then, in the height of her passion, the spiteful fury, with the
greatest coolness in the world, emptied all the dripping out of the
frying-pan she was doing some soles in, right into the middle of the
nice, brisk, clear fire, and created such a blaze, that I’m sure the
flames must have been seen at the top of the house. Knowing that it was
just upon our time for having the chimney swept, I felt certain that it
must be on fire; and when I rushed out into the garden, there it was,
sure enough, raging away, and throwing out volumes of sparks and smoke,
just like the funnel of a steam-boat at night-time--with such a horrid
smell of burning soot, that all the little boys came running from far
and near up to our door, and shrieking out, Fire! Fire! like a pack of
wild Indians.
When I went back into the kitchen the spiteful thing was impudent enough
to tell me just to look there and see what I had made her do wid my
boderations (as she called it), adding, “that it wasn’t herself though
that would be afther desarting me in my distriss.” Feeling, however,
that it was not the time to talk to her just then, I made her rake out
every bit of fire there was in the grate, and after that I told her to
run up to the top of the house with a couple of pails full of water, and
to get out on the roof and pour it all down the chimney as quick as she
could.
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