'How many ladies are there ?' 'Only two in our kitchen,' said Mr.Muzzle; 'cook and 'ouse-maid.

We keep a boy to do the dirty work, and a gal besides, but they dine in the wash'us.' 'Oh, they dines in the wash'us, do they ?' said Mr.Weller.
'Yes,' replied Mr.Muzzle, 'we tried 'em at our table when they first come, but we couldn't keep 'em.

The gal's manners is dreadful vulgar; and the boy breathes so very hard while he's eating, that we found it impossible to sit at table with him.' 'Young grampus!' said Mr.Weller.
'Oh, dreadful,' rejoined Mr.Muzzle; 'but that is the worst of country service, Mr.Weller; the juniors is always so very savage.

This way, sir, if you please, this way.' Preceding Mr.Weller, with the utmost politeness, Mr.Muzzle conducted him into the kitchen.
'Mary,' said Mr.Muzzle to the pretty servant-girl, 'this is Mr.Weller; a gentleman as master has sent down, to be made as comfortable as possible.' 'And your master's a knowin' hand, and has just sent me to the right place,' said Mr.Weller, with a glance of admiration at Mary.

'If I wos master o' this here house, I should alvays find the materials for comfort vere Mary wos.' 'Lor, Mr.Weller!' said Mary blushing.
'Well, I never!' ejaculated the cook.
'Bless me, cook, I forgot you,' said Mr.Muzzle.