"Come along," she said.
CHAPTER II.
PREPARATIONS.
"When I was at Lord Carrickmines's," began Bridget.
"Bother Lord Carrickmines!" said Miss Sylvia Graydon. "We know everything that happened at Lord Carrickmines', and that can't have been much, seeing you've lived in this house since before I was born."
"When I was at Lord Carrickmines's," went on Bridget with a kindling eye, "the young ladies—and sweet young ladies they were, Miss Mabel and Miss Alice—would have scorned to sit on the kitchen table swingin' their feet an' givin' advice they worn't asked for when there was work to be done in the house. They were more likely to come an' help——"
"In their pink and blue silks, Bridget dear. You know they always wore pink and blue silks. Besides, I only advised you for your good. You're going the wrong way entirely about mending that chair. The first time Sir Anthony sits on it he'll go flat on the floor."
"Well, then, it won't be you'll go flat on the floor, Miss Sylvy, so you needn't be talkin' about it. There, bother the thing! The more nails I drives in it the more it splits, till the cracks in it is like the spokes of a wheel. I believe 'tis you sittin' there givin' me impudence, Miss Sylvy. Sure it's the contrary ould thing entirely. I wish I'd never bothered after it."
"Why did you, then? Why can't he sit on his trunk, as Mick used to do? I'm sure he can't be better than Mick."