'You're as clever a woman as any I know!' said Mr. Bounder, with a smile of complacency. 'Sally up there can't beat you; and she's a smart woman, too.'
A few minutes were given to the business of the supper table, and then
Mrs. Bounder asked,—
'What are they goin' to du with the French emperor?'
'Buonaparte?' (Christopher called it 'Buonaparty.') 'Well, they'll have to get rid of him somehow. I suppose that job'll come on me.'
'I was thinkin'. Our Dolly's gittin' old'—
'Buonaparty was old some time ago,' returned Christopher, with a sly twinkle of his eyes as he looked at his wife.
'There's work in him yet, ain't there?'
'Lots!'
'Then two old ones would be as good as one young one, and better, for they'd draw the double waggin. What'll they ask for him?'
'It'll be what I can get, I'm thinking.'