“Don’t let us talk about it—the worst I would do to her would be to seek a separation—but for him,” and his face grew grandly dark and gloomy, but he did not finish.
“I wish to ask you a few questions about your home, Joe.”
“Do so.”
“In the first place you have a girl.”
“Yes, two of them.”
“What positions do they occupy?”
“One is in the kitchen—the other a sort of upstairs girl, to take care of the rooms, answer the door, and wait upon the table.”
“Describe the cook.”
Joe laughed.
“She is as fat as she is long, almost, and as good-natured as she is fat.”