What again!
“Tell Harry to drown ’em immediately.”
One must be practical.
“If I could find a home for them’m?”
“Very well, Mrs. Lane, only I cannot have them here. What with the stable cat and the laundry cat there are too many of ’em about. What is there this morning?”
“Very good’m. I’ve got a bit of cod for upstairs”—it was no use mentioning no name—“an’ would you like one of the rabbits Brown brought in yesterday, and the pigeon pie’m, with cherry tart for upstairs?”
“That will do nicely.”
“An’ for dinner I . . .” etc.
As she was going out into the kitchen yard so as to gain the stables, Mrs. Lane ran after her to stop her. She spoke low and fast.
“Madam, the nurse asked me this morning that she could ’ave ’er meals seprit. Didn’t like to take them in the servants’ ’all’m.”