upon the scraper to pull at the bell, and gave a ring-ting-ting.
Mrs. Lemon's neat little housemaid, pulling up her socks as she came along the passage, answered the ring-ting-ting.
"Good-morning," said Mrs Orange. "Fine day. How do you do? Mrs. Lemon at home?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Will you say Mrs. Orange and baby?"
"Yes, ma'am. Walk in."
Mrs. Orange's baby was a very fine one, and real wax all over. Mrs Lemon's baby was leather and bran. However, when Mrs. Lemon came into the drawing-room with her baby in her arms, Mrs. Orange said politely, " Good-morning. Fine day. How do you do? And how is little Tootleum-boots?"
"Well, she is but poorly. Cutting her teeth, ma'am," said Mrs. Lemon.
"Oh, indeed, ma'am!" said Mrs. Orange. "No fits, I hope?"
"No, ma'am."
"Plow many teeth has she, ma'am?"
"Five, ma'am."
"My Emilia, ma'am, has eight," said Mrs. Orange.
"Shall we lay them on the mantel-piece side by side, while we converse?"
"By all means, ma'am," said Mrs. Lemon. Hem!"
"The first question is, ma'am," said Mrs. Orange, "I don't bore you?"
"Not in the least, ma'am," said Mrs. Lemon. "Far from it, I assure you."
"Then pray have you," said Mrs. Orange, have—you any vacancies?"
"Yes, ma'am. How many might you require?"
"Why the truth is, ma'am," said Mrs. Orange, "I have come to the conclusion that my children,"—Oh, I forgot to say that they call the grown-up people children in that country!—"that my children are getting positively too much for me. Let me see. Two parents, two intimate friends of theirs, one godfather, two godmothers, and an aunt. Have yon as many as eight vacancies ?"
"I have just eight, ma'am," said Mrs. Lemon.
"Most fortunate I Terms moderate, I think?"
