"I only wish that it would break down the very first time you and mother get into it."
"Thank you, Jem, for your good wishes," said Mr. Burke.
"For shame, Jem!" cried Miss Judy.
"I don't mean that I wish you and mother to be hurt," answered the youth; "but the gig is not fit for such a one as you to go in. I declare I am ashamed of it every time you come in sight of our playground in it; the boys have so much to say about it."
"Well, well, Jem!" said Miss Judy.
"Well, well, Jem!" repeated the youth; "it is always 'Well, well!' or 'Oh fie, Jem!' but you know, Judy, that you told me that your governess herself said that father ought to have a new carriage."
"I don't deny that, Jem," said Judy; "Miss Killigrew knows that father could afford a genteel carriage, and she thinks that he ought to get one for the respectability of the family."
"Who cares what Miss Killigrew thinks?" asked Tom.
"I do," replied Judy; "Miss Killigrew is a very genteel,
elegant woman, and knows what's proper; and, as she says, has the good of the family at heart."