“Now all honorably go down-stairs and sedately wait for your august parents to descend for breakfast.”
Later the grandmother dressed little Juji, and the baby, too, for the lazy Norah could not see the necessity for such early rising, and grumbled at being awakened.
“Shure an’ wot time is it he’s afther goin’ away?” she inquired of the grandmother.
“Your master go away at three o’clock,” said the grandmother, quietly.
“Thray o’clock! In the afthernoon, may I arsk?”
“Certainly.”
“And you get up at thray in the morning because he laves at thray in the afthernoon?”
The grandmother did not answer. She was unused to such questioning from her own servants, and found it hard to tolerate it from the Irish girl. But Norah persisted:
“What’s the sinse of getting up before you’re awake?”
The grandmother condescended an explanation.