Mrs. Spiggott reply by thinking unpleasantly.
“Would you not enjoy slight driveway around neighborhood for observe country and fresh air?” she require at lastly, as soonly as her voice ceased freezing.
“I am always fascinated to see how the other ½ lives,” Mrs. Axweilder shoot up.
So I again hitch down Sarah, the horse, and forthly we trotted. While we elope past sweet gardens & landscapes that visitor continue gawsping: “Quaint! How comfort people can be for small salaries!”
“Many persons surrounding here are top-high aristocrats!” snarrel Mrs. Spiggott.
“Undoubtlessly!” snuggest Mrs. Ax. “My Uncle Henry lives in country residence containing 800 rooms.”
“What are name of it—Sing Sing?” collapse Mrs. Madam with sweetly smiling.
Mrs. Axweilder listen without hearing.
At lastly we arrive up to Cemetery View. Country Club for slight tea-drunk. I await outside nursing Sarah, the horse, for considerable hour. At lastly both Mrs. Ladies approach outward with accompaniment of their husbands who smell quite highball. Both feminines look quite iced as we go homeward.
At lastly was dinner-time. I ceased off being coachman and became waitress, as usual.