“Thaddeus,” said Bessie, after the Bradleys had departed, “what is the tile of a rockin’-’orse?”
“I don’t know. Why?” asked Thaddeus.
“Why, don’t you remember,” she said, “young Harry Bradley accused Jennie of pulling out the tile of his rockin’-’orse?”
“Oh yes! Ha, ha!” laughed Thaddeus. “So she did. I know now. Tile is cockney for tail.”
“Did you notice the accent those children had?”
“Yes.”
“All got from the nurse, too?”
“True.”
“Ah, Teddy, what do you think of our getting a French maid, after all? Don’t you think that we’d run a great risk?”
“Of what?”