Mrs. Gilroy, prominent in the church work of her small city, had acquired a new servant, willing but ignorant.
“Bridget,” she said, “I am going to lie down and do not wish to be disturbed. If any one calls, do not say I am not at home, but give an evasive answer.”
“What’s that, mum?” said Bridget.
Having explained as well as she could, the good lady retired and later appeared below stairs, much refreshed.
“Did any one call?” she asked.
“Yes, mum; the new minister, from your church.”
“Oh, Bridget. What did you tell him?”
“Well,” sez he, “is Mrs. Gilroy at home?” and I sez nuthin’, and sez he a little louder, “Is Mrs. Gilroy at home?” and sez I, “Was your grandmother a monkey?”