There's an old family servant of ours who lets lodgings at Pyechurch.

I made her life a burden to her when I was young; and consequently, with true womanliness, she has always entertained the strongest affection for me.

It would be no use taking you to any other lodgings because you wouldn't be allowed to grill my bacon for me.

But Mrs.Wilson knows that I must be humoured; and humoured I shall be.

Also she will look after you while I am playing golf at Littlestone--not that I have ever known you to need looking after." "Oh, sir, it will be nice!" said Pollyooly, still somewhat breathless.
The Honourable John Ruffin smiled at her amiably.
"This morning we will pack; this afternoon we will go," he said.
Pollyooly had to slip up to their attic at once to tell the Lump, who was playing there peacefully, the splendid news.