"Haven't I worked and slaved like an old nigger, as I am?
and now you call me ungrateful, and say I hain't arnt my bread.

I'll sue you for slander;" and the enraged Polly left the room, muttering, "half arnt my board, indeed! I'll bet I've made a hundred thousan' pies, to say nothin' of the puddings, _I_ not arn my board!" When again safe in what for so many years had been her own peculiar province, she sat down to meditate.

"I'd as good go without any fuss," thought she, "but my curse on the madam who sends me away!" In the midst of her reverie, Lenora entered the kitchen, and to her the old lady detailed her grievances, ending with, "Pears like she don't know nothin' at all about etiquette, nor nothin' else." "Etiquette!" repeated Lenora.

"You are mistaken, Polly; mother would sit on a point of etiquette till she wore the back breadth of her dress out.

But it isn't that which she lacks--it's decency.