The people have not gone yet, and she has to dress, you see, so she said she would have some tea in her dressing-room and talk to you later." "I must just see about getting the mistress's things ready," interrupted Dawson, but she spoke in a grumbling tone.

"Don't you fash yourself, Mr.Malcolm,--I told Charles to unpack your Gladstone and put out your clothes ready for the evening.

My mistress won't be dressed, you may take my word for it, for a good three-quarters of an hour.
There is nothing like a committee for dawdling along, and keeping one standing on one leg as it were, like a pelican in the wilderness, or a stuffed goose, or anything you like to call it.

Don't you let Mr.
Malcolm hurry his dinner, Miss Anna, for there is nothing so bad for the digestion; a good digestion comes next to a good conscience in my opinion," and Dawson hurried away, all ready primed with a scolding for her mistress--sandwiches being like the proverbial red rag to a bull to this excellent woman.
"Such a pack of nonsense," she ejaculated, as she took down the black satin dress from its place in the wardrobe and shook out its lustrous folds, "a lady of her age, just passed fifty, and acting as though she were in her teens;" for Dawson, who was a privileged person, always spoke her mind to her mistress; indeed, it was rumoured in the household that Mrs.Herrick stood somewhat in awe of her faithful retainer, and it was certainly the fact that if any of the servants had incurred their mistress's displeasure, Dawson was always the mediator, and brought the apology or conciliatory message.

Mrs.Herrick had a great respect for the straightforward, honest little woman, who was never afraid to speak the truth on any occasion, and she was sufficiently magnanimous to forgive her sharp speeches.
"Dawson is worth her weight in gold," she would say sometimes.