"Yes, ma'am," returned Bridget, "but it was soap you owed us."
"Owed you!"
"Yes, Ma am. Nancy got a bar of soap from me last washing-day, and I went in for it yesterday."
"But Nancy told me you wanted to borrow it," said Mrs. Jordon.
"Nancy knew better," said Bridget, with a face slightly flushed; but any one could see that it was a flush of indignation.
"Will you step into my house and tell Nancy I want to see her?"
"Certainly, ma'am." And Bridget retired.
"These servants have been playing a high game, I fear," remarked Mrs. Jordon, after Bridget had left the room. "Pardon me, if in my surprise I have spoken in a manner that has seemed offensive."
"Most certainly there is a game playing that I know nothing about, if anything has been borrowed of you in my name for these three months," said I.
"I have heard of your borrowing something or other almost every day during the time you mention," replied Mrs. Jordon. "As for me, I have sent into you a few times; but not oftener, I am sure, than once in a week."