“Howsmaid!” says the boy; “go to blazes: (What could he mean by
GOING TO BLAZES?)
“No; i’ve toled fifty on ye so this mornin’—it’s a oaks.”
“Then more shame of Lord Milborn to do it,” says i; “he may want a place hissef some day or other,” sayin’ of which i bounsed off the doorstep, with all tho dignity i could command.
Now, what i wants to no is, wether i can’t summons his lordship for my day out. Harry sais, should i ever come in contract with Lord Milborn, i’m to trete him with the silent kontempt of
Yours truly,
AN INDIGNANT HOUSEMAID.