“Aunt Molly says there’s a nice Irish girl who lives up the beach somewhere who would come and help us for a consideration. You and Marguerite go and hunt her up. Her name is Rosie O’Neill.”
“Beautiful name!” said Nan.
“A lady named Rosie O’Neill
I’m sure will be loyal and leal;
Fulfilling our wishes,
She’ll wash up our dishes,
And our apples and onions she’ll peel.
There! we forgot to order apples.”
“Let’s have a slate on the kitchen table and write down orders whenever they occur to us.”
“Come on, Matron; we’ll go and hunt the radiant Rosie. Where does she live, Duchess?”