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
Indeed, all that week--which, thank heavens, was to be the last of Norah
Connor’s stay with us--I took care always to have a friend to dinner; so
that, by this innocent _ruse de guerre_, I might keep my husband at
least out of danger. And so, thank goodness, I did; though, as it turned
out, I had only been starving myself upon penny buns, and trembling at
every meal for the life of Mr. Sk--n--st--n, all to no good at all; for
I verily believe now, from the way in which Norah parted with us, and
the sorrow she showed at so doing, that the poor woman really was too
much attached to us by half ever to dream of putting an end to us in so
unfeeling a manner.
When the day came for her to go, I declare the poor thing was dreadfully
cut up, and cried like a child; for she said she knew what I had
suspected her of, and told me, in quite a touching way, that “maybe her
timper was warrm, but still, by the powers, it wasn’t Norah that would
iver in cowld blood harrm the hair of my head, and that she wouldn’t
have tould me she was Cornwall, sure, hadn’t she known that to say she
came from Ould Ireland was like taking the blissed brid from her mouth,
and sartin to make me and my counthry people turn our backs upon her,
for sure and weren’t the Saxons always puttin’ at the bottom of their
adver-_tyze_-mints, No Irish need apply.”
We parted the best of friends, and I gave the poor, honest,
hard-working, open-hearted creature, either five shillings or
half-a-crown (I can’t exactly say which now), though I’m nearly certain
it was the larger sum, and for a quarter-of-an-hour at least she stood
on the door-step and did nothing but call me her mavourneen, and macree,
and a quantity of other outlandish names, and kept invoking blessings on
my head, and sobbing away as though she really _had_ got, as Edward said
a heart to break.
CHAPTER VII.
OF MY PRETTY MAID, AND THOSE DREADFUL SOLDIERS WHO WOULD COME
TURNING HER HEAD, AND PREVENTING THE POOR THING DOING HER WORK.
“Heigho! heigho! I’m afraid,
Too many lovers will puzzle a maid.”
“YOUNG SUSAN HAD LOVERS SO MANY, THAT SHE,” &c.
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