"I hate them.

There's that charm!" Mrs.Jordan gaped again.

"The _real_ 'smarts' ?" "Is that what you call Mrs.Bubb?
Yes--it comes to me; I've had Mrs.
Bubb.

I don't think she has been in herself, but there are things her maid has brought.

Well, my dear!"-- and the young person from Cocker's, recalling these things and summing them up, seemed suddenly to have much to say.