"Sarah, we'll have it curried—with plenty of rice!"
"It'll never do, miss."
"I shall be quite content with rice. It will have to do, and that's all about it. We're spending too much, Sarah!"
"Well, miss, it's the little things somehow. I don't know 'ow it is, but you have such a lot of extrys—pretty jim-crams I calls 'em to myself."
"And the baker's account is so much larger too, Sarah." Nell wandered over to the bread-pan and looked in. Some words in Miss Kezia's letter were in her mind: "Keep a strict watch on the bread, and see that the stale is all used up. Servants never will trouble to do this."
"Oh, Sarah, what a heap of stale bread!"
"Well, miss, I can't help it. You all like new bread. Mr. Denis said only t'other morning at breakfast when I tried to use up a bit o' stale, 'e said, 'I wondered, where that old pair of shoes of mine had got to!'"
Her tone was full of admiration of Denis's wit.
"But—I don't understand—couldn't we order less, or something?"
"Oh, no, miss, sure as you did that, you'd come short."