“So I thought, Miss Ally, how you’d like your cup of tea, anyhow. Shall I set the table as usual? Though it will be very lonesome for you to sit at the table all alone, now that Miss Elsie is gone, and marster’s engaged. Or else shall I bring you a cup of tea up here, with anything else you would like? There is some cold fowl in the pantry, and some neat’s tongue, too; shall I bring it up to you, with a cup of tea?”
“No, Milly. Perhaps the general would like supper got for his guests. Come with me; I will go down and see.”
“God bless your soul, Miss Ally, honey, they’s been a stuffing ever since they’s been here.”
“No matter for that, Milly; you know our gentlemen have infinite gastronomic capacities.”
“My Gor A’mighty, Miss Ally! you don’t say so. Is it catching?”
“What?”
“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.”