Waste, nothing but waste." Here Mrs.Finch looked my way, and saw me at the door.

"Oh?
Madame Pratolungo?
How d'ye do?
Don't go away--I've just done.

A bottle of blacking?
My shoes are a disgrace to the house.

Five pounds of rice?
If I had Indian servants, five pounds of rice would last them for a year.

There! take the things away into the kitchen.