“Go back to your kitchen, cook; do as I tell you.”
With muttered threats cook entered the house, and commanded the kitchenmaid to interfere no more with the oven, but to attend to her saucepans.
“What a violent woman,” thought Maggie, “horrid woman. I am sure she's Irish. I'll get rid of her as soon as I can. The place is filthy, but I daren't speak to her now. She's stirring the saucepan with her finger.”
At that moment quick steps were heard coming down the corridor, and Sally entered.
“Cook, cook, I want you to put back the dinner half an hour. I have to go down the town.”
“O Sally, I beg of you, what will father say?”
“Father isn't everybody. I daresay the train will be a little late; it often is. He won't know anything about it, that is if you don't tell him.”
“What do you want to go down the town for?”
“Never you mind. I don't ask you what you do.”
“You want to go down the slonk,” whispered Maggie.