"Sure, mum," says she, "the babbie called for you all the while you were gone."
That night, when I came home to dinner, I couldn't eat a thing. Everything that wasn't glowing embers, was charcoal. I gave my wife a lecture and told her to fire the girl at once.
My wife went down to Bridget's stronghold and said:
"Bridget, I'm sorry, but I'm afraid you'll have to find another place."
"Whoy so, mum?" asked Bridget.
"Well, my husband thinks there's too much waste in the kitchen."
"For the land's sakes, if you'll only let me stay, mum, I'll get a twenty-two corset and lace it until I can't breathe."
One day a friend of mine came to me and says: