it!

"Our carriage and our arms! And you know, love, it won't cost much--
next to nothing--to put a gold band about Sam's hat on a Sunday. No:
I don't want a full-blown livery. At least, not just yet. I'm told
that Chalkpits dress their boy on a Sunday like a dragon-fly; and I
don't see why we shouldn't do what we like with our own Sam.
Nevertheless, I'll be content with a gold band, and a bit of pepper-
and-salt. No: I shall not cry out for plush next; certainly not.
But I will have a gold band, and -

"YOU WON'T; AND I KNOW IT?

"Oh yes! that's another of your crotchets, Mr Caudle; like nobody
else--you don't love liveries. I suppose when people buy their
sheets, or their tablecloths, or any other linen, they've a right to
mark what they like upon it, haven't they? Well, then? You buy a
servant, and you mark what you like upon him, and where's the
difference? None, that _I_ can see."

"Finally," says Caudle, "I compromised for a gig; but Sam did not
wear pepper-and-salt and a gold band."



LECTURE XXXI--MRS. CAUDLE COMPLAINS VERY BITTERLY THAT MR. CAUDLE HAS
"BROKEN HER CONFIDENCE."