“I hate the feeling that they can prowl in and out. It’s not much to ask that the doors are fixed up.”
There was a timid knock. “Come in,” I said.
A spikey little girl of fourteen or fifteen came in.
“Who are you?”
“Please, mum, I’m Polly, the housemaid. Mrs. O’Grady wants to know if you want your dinner at half seven.”
“Yes, Polly.”
“Well, it’s half six now, and it’s done, and Mrs. O’Grady wants to know what she’ll do with it.”
“Let it go for to-night,” said Himself.
“Bring it in now. But do remember half-past seven in future.”
“We’ll go for a long walk afterwards,” said Himself, trying to cheer me up. “It looks rather interesting along the canal.”