The things we do!

My dinner to-day is at half-past one. You can dine or
not as you like," and the old lady flounced out of the room.
Poor Clive stood rolling his cigar in sad perplexity of spirit, until
Mrs. Honeyman's servant Hannah entered, who, for her part, grinned and
looked particularly sly. "In the name of goodness, Hannah, what is the
row about?" cries Mr. Clive. "What is my aunt scolding at? What are you
grinning at, you old Cheshire cat?"
"Git long, Master Clive," says Hannah, patting the cloth.
"Get along! why get along, and where am I to get along to?"
"Did 'ee do ut really now, Master Clive?" cries Mrs. Honeyman's
attendant, grinning with the utmost good-humour. "Well, she be as pretty
a young lady as ever I saw; and as I told my missis, 'Miss Martha,' says
I, 'there's a pair on 'em.' Though missis was mortal angry to be sure.
She never could bear it."
"Bear what? you old goose!" cries Clive, who by these playful names had
been wont to designate Hannah these twenty years past.


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