"You're an impudent hussy, to answer me so. Run and see what it is, I tell you, or I shall never know."
"What must I say it is?" said Matilda, out of character.
"Haven't you wit enough for that?" said Judith, also speaking in her own proper. "Say any thing you have a mind; but don't stand poking there. La! you haven't seen any thing in all your life, except a liqueur stand. Say any thing! and be quick."
Matilda ran down a few stairs, and paused, not quite certain whether she would go back. She was angry. But she wanted to be friends with Judy and her brother; and the thought of her motto came to her help. "Do all in the name of the Lord Jesus;"—then certainly with courtesy and patience and kindness, as his servant should. She prayed for a kind spirit, and went back again.
"You've been five ages," cried the rich woman. "Well, what's broke?"
"Ma'am, Robert has let fall a tray full of claret glasses, and the salad dish with a pointed edge."
"That salad dish!" exclaimed Judy. "It was the richest in New York. The Queen of England had one like it; and nobody else but me in this country. I told Robert to keep it carefully done up in cotton; and never to wash it. That is what it is to have things."
"Don't it have to be washed?" inquired Matilda.
"I wish I could get into your head," said Judy impatiently and speaking quite as Judy, "that you are a maid servant and have no business to ask questions. I suppose you never knew anything about maid-servants till you came here; but you have been here long enough to learn that, if you were not perfectly bourgeoise!"
"Hush, Judy; you forget yourself," said David.