Mrs. M. I intended to ask if you are used to doing work in the kitchen.
Kat. Yaw, I sees. Dat ish my thrade.
Mrs. M. Can you cook?
Kat. Most people, what bees shenteel, keeps a cook.
Mrs. M. I do not. I shall expect you to cook. Can you wash?
Kat. Beeples that ish in de upper-crust puts their washing out.
Mrs. M. Can you make beds, and sweep?
Kat. The dust of the fedders sthuffs up my head, what has got one leetle giutar into it. Most beeples keeps a chambermaid. Now, I wants to ask you some tings. You gits up in morning, and gits breakfast, of course? It makes mine head ache to git up early. And you’ll dust all the furnitures, and schrub the kittles, and your goot man will wash the floors and pump the water, and make the fires, and——
Mrs. M. We shall do no such thing. What an insolent wretch! You can go at once. I’ve no further use for you. You won’t suit.
Kat. (retreating). Mine krout! what a particular vomans.