Aunt Hannah had a whole house there--before she lost all her savings in a gold mine and came to London.

And she had everything like the gentry have--pictures, and plate, and brass candle-sticks--only not so much of them; and I learnt to clean them all.

But I expect you'd learn too quickly enough." "I'm sure I'd try," said Millicent.
"Yes.

If Mr.Ruffin would let you stay for a week or two, I could teach you a lot," said Pollyooly hopefully.
For the rest of the way to the Temple they discussed in detail Millicent's accomplishments.

They were few and limited; but to her willingness to work there were no bounds.
As soon as they reached the Temple they set about getting dinner.
Fortunately Pollyooly had in her larder half a cold chicken; for, as was his practice, the Honourable John Ruffin had three days before ordered a cold chicken from the kitchen of the Inner Temple, had made a pretence of eating some of it at his breakfast, and then had bidden her never let him see it again.