"I see you have Bridget Harrohan around the house."
"Yes," says I.
"Do you know that she was in her last situation five years."
"No," says I; "where was that?"
"Sing Sing," says he.
I went home and sent Bridget away.
My wife, in sympathy, recommended her to one of her dearest friends. That sympathy was beautiful to see.
A little later Bridget came back and announced that the friend had engaged her.
"So the lady engaged you, at once, when you told her you had been with me," says she.