Inq. Have you mentioned the whole of your family?
Mrs. T. Yes, that’s the whole—except the wooden-headed man in front.
Inq. Wooden-headed?
Mrs. T. Yes, the schoolmaster what’s boarding here.
Inq. I suppose if he has a wooden head he lives without eating, and therefore must be a profitable boarder.
Mrs. T. Oh, no, sir, you are mistaken there. He eats like a leather judgment.
Inq. How many servants are there in the family?
Mrs. T. Servants! Why, there’s no servants but me and my husband.
Inq. What makes you and your husband servants?
Mrs. T. I’m a servant to hard work, and he is a servant to rum. He does nothing all day but guzzle, guzzle, guzzle; while I’m working, and stewing, and sweating from morning till night, and from night till morning.