She makes a charming picture as she stands in the kitchen door, draped in a chintz apron prettily trimmed with bows of ribbon, her bangs hidden under a Dolly Varden cap, while she gracefully swings to and fro on her French kid heels.[[1]]
“Mamma,” she lisped, “pleathe introduce me to your assistant?”
Mamma said, “Bridget, this is your young lady, Miss Cicely, who wants to learn the name and use of everything in the kitchen and how to make cocoanut rusks and angel-food, before she goes to housekeeping for herself.”[[2]]
Bridget is not very favorably impressed, but as she looks at the vision of youth and beauty before her, she relents a little and says:
“I’ll throy.”
“Now Bridget, dear,” said Miss Cicely when they were alone, “tell me everything, won’t you? You see I don’t know anything except what they did at school--and oh, isn’t this old kitchen lovely? What makes the ceiling such a beautiful bronze color, Bridget?”[[3]]
“Shmoke,” answers Bridget shortly, “an’ me ould eyes are put out wid the same.”
“Shmoke, I must remember that. Bridget, what are those shiny things on the wall?”
“Kivvers--tin kivvers for the kittles.”
“Oh, yes--kivvers. I must look for the derivation of that word. Bridget, what are those round things in the basket?”