CHAPTER IX.
June twenty-first, the day of the birthday, was cloudy and unsettled at sunrise, but towards noon it cleared up bravely.
We, in the servants' hall, began this happy anniversary, as usual, by offering our little presents to Miss Rachel, with the regular speech delivered annually by me as the chief.

I follow the plan adopted by the Queen in opening Parliament--namely, the plan of saying much the same thing regularly every year.

Before it is delivered, my speech (like the Queen's) is looked for as eagerly as if nothing of the kind had ever been heard before.

When it is delivered, and turns out not to be the novelty anticipated, though they grumble a little, they look forward hopefully to something newer next year.

An easy people to govern, in the Parliament and in the Kitchen--that's the moral of it.