Now, what's the matter, Maria ?" "We didn't hold ourselves high about Mrs.Bertram," replied Miss Peters.
"It isn't fair to say that we did.

We all rushed up to call before she had the carpets well down.

I did say, Martha, and you may remember too that I said it, for you were helping me to the tail of the salmon at the time, and I remarked that there was little or nothing to eat on it, you'll remember that I said to you: 'let them put their carpets straight at least.' But you wouldn't--you were all agog to be off, when you saw that Mrs.Gorman Stanley had gone up there in her new bonnet, with the red and yellow poppies--the bonnet you know that she said she got from London." "Which she didn't," snapped Mrs.Butler; "for I saw those identical poppies in Perry's shop on the quay.

Well, well, Maria, I may have been a bit hasty in rushing after those who didn't want me, but the result would have been all the same.

Maria, there's only one solution of the way we have been treated by that proud, stuck-up, conceited body.