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"Oblige a neighbour, is it? Sure no lady would come afther another
lady's cook, underhanded like, when the lady's away!"
Patty's face flushed with righteous indignation.
"It ISN'T underhanded!" she exclaimed, "You don't understand! I
don't want you PERMANENTLY, but only for a day, or two days at
most,--because our cook has left."
"Arrah, ma'am, you said your cook was Susan Hastings! Yer a quare
leddy, I'm thinkin', an' yer husband here, is another! Sthrivin'
to entice away a cook as is satisfied wid her place, and who manes
honest by her employers!"
Farnsworth was grinning broadly at the assumption of his and
Patty's relationship, but Patty was enraged at the implication of
underhandedness.
"He ISN'T my husband!" she cried, "and I don't want a cook for
myself, but for another lady!"
"Are ye runnin' an intilligence office, belike?"
"Here!" cried Bill, sharply. "Don't you speak like that to that
lady! Now, you listen to me. We are both visitors at Miss
Galbraith's. Her cook left suddenly, and we want you to come and
cook for us, two days if you will,--but one day ANYWAY! See? Do
you understand that? You're to go over to Miss Galbraith's now,
with us, and cook dinner tonight.
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