The things we do!

Irons, the housekeeper, naturally detested Mrs. Mackenzie, and was
jealous of her: though the latter did everything to soothe and coax the
governess of the two gentlemen's establishment. She praised her dinners,
delighted in her puddings, must beg Mrs. Irons to allow her to see one of
those delicious puddings made, and to write the receipt for her, that
Mrs. Mackenzie might use it when she was away. It was Mrs. Irons' belief
that Mrs. Mackenzie never intended to go away. She had no ideer of
ladies, as were ladies, coming into her kitchen. The maids vowed that
they heard Miss Rosa crying, and mamma scolding in her bedroom for all
she was so soft-spoken. How was that jug broke, and that chair smashed in
the bedroom, that day there was such a awful row up there?
Mrs. Mackenzie played admirably, in the old-fashioned way, dances, reels,
and Scotch and Irish tunes, the former, of which filled James Binnie's
soul with delectation. The good mother naturally desired that her darling
should have a few good lessons of the piano while she was in London.


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