"I loathe ladylike ways."
"Now, my dear child, will you come into the house with me? I ought to be in the schoolroom now."
"Please wait one moment, Mrs. Freeman."
"Yes, my dear, what is it?"
"Are you going to be cross when you find I don't know your sort of things?"
"I hope not, Bridget."
"It will be awfully unfair if you are, for I could pose you finely on my subjects. What's the first thing to do for a dog who shows symptoms of hydrophobia? How do you land a salmon? What keeps a gun from kicking? How does a dear old daddy like his pipe filled with tobacco? What is the best way to keep your seat when you ride bare-backed, and the horse runs away? Ha, ha, I thought I'd pose you. I could have a very jolly school of my own, if I tried."
"Bridget, my dear, before you come into the schoolroom I must request that you go upstairs and change your dress."
"Change my dress! Now I really don't understand you. Am I to come down in my dressing-gown?"
"No. You are to take off that unsuitable afternoon costume you are now wearing, and put on a neat print dress for your morning work."