"'Yes, Sir.'

"Come, I'll try the women folk in the drawin'-room, agin'.
Ladies don't mind the rain here; they are used to it.
It's like the musk plant, arter you put it to your nose
once, you can't smell it a second time. Oh what beautiful
galls they be! What a shame it is to bar a feller out
such a day as this. One on 'em blushes like a red cabbage,
when she speaks to me, that's the one, I reckon, I
disturbed this mornin'. Cuss the rooks! I'll pyson them,
and that won't make no noise.

"She shows me the consarvitery. 'Take care, Sir, your
coat has caught this geranium,' and she onhitches it.
'Stop, Sir, you'll break this jilly flower,' and she
lifts off the coat tail agin; in fact, it's so crowded,
you can't squeeze along, scarcely, without a doin' of
mischief somewhere or another.

"Next time, she goes first, and then it's my turn, 'Stop,
Miss,' sais I, 'your frock has this rose tree over,' and
I loosens it; once more, 'Miss, this rose has got tangled,'
and I ontangles it from her furbeloes.

"I wonder what makes my hand shake so, and my heart it
bumps so, it has bust a button off. If I stay in this
consarvitery, I shan't consarve myself long, that's a
fact, for this gall has put her whole team on, and is a
runnin' me off the road. 'Hullo! what's that? Bell for
dressin' for dinner.' Thank Heavens! I shall escape from