"Yes'm."
"Well, take this key, go to my boudoir, in the fifth drawer of my papier mache black bureau, you will find a case of handkerchiefs."
"Yes'm."
"Take out three, yes, four, close the case, lock the drawer, close the boudoir door, and bring down the handkerchiefs upon my rosewood tray. Do you comprehend, Olivia?"
"Yes'm," said the girl.
"But come here; let me see your hands. O, horror! such gloves! touch my handkerchiefs or bureau drawers with those horrid gloves! Poison me!" cries the terrified woman.
"Olivia," she again ejaculates, after a moment's pause, from overtasked nature!
"Yes'm," the blushing, tickled blonde replies.
"Go call Vanilla, you are quite soiled now. I want a fresh servant, retire."
"Ah, Vanilla, girl, have you got your gloves on?"