Not that a girl with my face and figure wants 'dust' to set her off, however.

But if its all the same to you, mem, I'd rather leave when Euphemia does." "Are _you_ going, then ?" I inquired, turning reproachfully to my pale-faced cook, who actually coloured a little as she answered, "Well, mem, you see Moffatt says he's got his window frames in now, and he'll glass them the very first chance, and I think it'll be more company for me on Saddler's Flat.

So if you'll please to send me down in the dray, I should be obliged." Here was a pretty upset, and I went about my poultry-feeding with a heavy heart.

How was I to get fresh servants, and above all, what was I to do for cooking during the week they were away?
These questions fortunately settled themselves in rather an unexpected manner.

I heard of a very nice willing girl who was particularly anxious to come up as housemaid, to my part of the world, on condition that I should also engage as cook her sister, who was leaving a place on the opposite side of a range of high hills to the south.