The other ladies of the family, having acquired proper pride kept in the back of the house so as not to be tempted to look out of the front windows.

Mrs Murchison assumed a stoical demeanour and made a pudding; though there was no reason to help Eliza, who was sufficiently lacking in proper pride to ask the milkman whether Mr Lorne wasn't sure to be elected down there now.

The milkman said he guessed the best man 'ud get in, but in a manner which roused general suspicion as to which he had himself favoured.
"We'll finish the month," said Mrs Murchison, "and then not another quart do we take from HIM--a gentleman that's so uncertain when he's asked a simple question." The butcher came, and brought a jovial report without being asked for it; said he was the first man to hand in a paper at his place, but they were piling up there in great shape for Mr Murchison when he left.
"If he gets in, he gets in," said Mrs Murchison.

"And if he doesn't it won't be because of not deserving to.

Those were real nice cutlets yesterday, Mr Price, and you had better send us a sirloin for tomorrow, about six pounds; but it doesn't matter to an ounce.