The Attaché; or, Sam Slick in England — Volume 01 by Thomas Chandler Haliburton
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so, it alters the colour of the cloth, for the smoke is
filled with gas and all sorts of chemicals. Well, back I goes to my room agin' to the rooks, chimbly swallers, and all, leavin' a great endurin' streak of wet arter me all the way, like a cracked pitcher that leaks; onriggs, and puts on dry clothes from head to foot. "By this time breakfast is ready; but the English don't do nothin' like other folks; I don't know whether it's affectation, or bein' wrong in the head--a little of both I guess. Now where do you suppose the solid part of breakfast is, Squire? Why, it's on the side-board--I hope I may be shot if it ain't--well, the tea and coffee are on the table, to make it as onconvenient as possible. "Says I, to the lady of the house, as I got up to help myself, for I was hungry enough to make beef ache I know. 'Aunty,' sais I, 'you'll excuse me, but why don't you put the eatables on the table, or else put the tea on the side-board? They're like man and wife, they don't ought to be separated, them two.' "She looked at me, oh what a look of pity it was", as much as to say, 'Where have you been all your born days, not to know better nor that?--but I guess you don't know better in the States--how could you know any thing there?' But she only said it was the custom here, for she was a very purlite old woman, was Aunty. "Well sense is sense, let it grow where it will, and I |
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