to be sarved like this. I couldn't do it, no, not at all, Mrs. Nasmith."
Nattie's black eyes looked saucily at the enraged Irish girl, while Mrs. Nesmith's pale cheek grew still paler, as she faintly responded:
"Biddy, we have to put up with a good many trying things, in this world."
"I should say as much," added Nattie, scowling.
"Shure, an' its meself that would say the same, ma'am," responded Bridget; "but if ye'd allow it, I'd add that I don't see the use o' bein thried and disthressed for nothing; and when I swapes and dusts yer room of a morning, and comes back in an hour to find it worse than before I touched it, that is what I calls labor in vain, ma'am; which same Biddy never was made for to do, ma'am; I think I'll be looking for new quarters, and wish you a long good day, ma'am, and as much better a maid as Biddy Wales as you may find, to swape and work in vain, ma'am."
Mrs. Nesmith groaned, and looked toward Nat-
