"When he comes in, send him to me, I'm shockin' sick.'

"With that I goes to look arter the two pretty galls in
the drawin' room; and there was the ladies a chatterin'
away like any thing. The moment I came in it was as dumb
as a quaker's meetin'. They all hauled up at once, like
a stage-coach to an inn-door, from a hand-gallop to a
stock still stand. I seed men warn't wanted there, it
warn't the custom so airly, so I polled out o' that creek,
starn first. They don't like men in the mornin', in
England, do the ladies; they think 'em in the way.

"'What on airth, shall I do?' says I, 'it's nothin' but
rain, rain, rain--here in this awful dismal country.
Nobody smokes, nobody talks, nobody plays cards, nobody
fires at a mark, and nobody trades; only let me get thro'
this juicy day, and I am done: let me get out of this
scrape, and if I am caught agin, I'll give you leave to
tell me of it, in meetin'. It tante pretty, I do suppose
to be a jawin' with the butler, but I'll make an excuse
for a talk, for talk comes kinder nateral to me, like
suction to a snipe.'

"'Waiter?'

"'Sir.'

"'Galls don't like to be tree'd here of a mornin' do
they?'