MR.

GAMMON BREAKFASTS IN BED Moggie, the general, knocked at Mr.Gammon's door, and was answered by a sleepy "Hallo ?" "Mrs.Bubb wants to know if you know what time it is, sir?
'Cos it's half-past eight an' more." "All right!" sounded cheerfully from within.

"Any letters for me ?" "Yes, sir; a 'eap." "Bring 'em up, and put 'em under the door.

And tell Mrs.Bubb I'll have breakfast in bed; you can put it down outside and shout.

And I say, Moggie, ask somebody to run across and get me a 'Police News' and 'Clippings' and 'The Kennel'-- understand?
Two eggs, Moggie, and three rashers, toasted crisp--understand ?" As the girl turned to descend a voice called to her from another room on the same floor, a voice very distinctly feminine, rather shrill, and a trifle imperative.
"Moggie, I want my hot water-sharp!" "It ain't nine yet, miss," answered Moggie in a tone of remonstrance.
"I know that--none of your cheek! If you come up here hollering at people's doors, how can anyone sleep?
Bring the hot water at once, and mind it _is_ hot." "You'll have to wait till it _gits_ 'ot, miss." "_Shall_ I?
If it wasn't too much trouble I'd come out and smack your face for you, you dirty little wretch!" The servant--she was about sixteen, and no dirtier than became her position--scampered down the stairs, burst into the cellar kitchen, and in a high, tearful wail complained to her mistress of the indignity she had suffered.