I took my knife from my pocket, and in a very business-like manner proceeded to taste the article. "Why," said I, "this butter is not good."
Here a sharp-faced woman stepped briskly up, and poking her head between us, said, at the highest pitch of her cracked voice,--"Yes, it is good; it was made this morning express-ly for the con-sort."
"I beg your pardon, madam. I am not in the habit of buying butter. To oblige you, I will take this. How much is there of it?"
"I don't know. Where are your steelyards?"
"Oh," said I, laughing, "I don't carry such things with me. I will take it at your own valuation, and you may go in with your family."
"'Tis a bargain," says she. "Go in, galls, and fix yourselves for the con-sort."
As the room was fast filling, I thought it time to present myself to the company, and made my entrance, accompanied by that incorrigible pest, the singing master, who, without the least embarrassment, took his seat by the piano. After singing several of my best songs, I invited him to try his skill.
"Oh, certainly," said he; "to tell you the truth, I am a leetle su rprised that you did not ask me to lead off."
"I would have done so; but I could not alter the arrangement of the programme."
"Ah, well, I excuse you this time, but it was not very polite, to say the least of it." Then, taking my seat at the piano with as much confidence as Braham ever had, he run his hand over the keys, exclaiming "What shall I sing? I will give you one of Russell's songs; they suit my voice best. Ladies and gentlemen, I am going to favour you by singing Henry Russell's celebrated song, 'I love to roam,' and accompany myself upon the pee-a-ne-forty."