An' is it meself,
with five good characters from respectable places, woud be herdin'
wid the haythens? The saints forgive me, but I'd be buried alive
sooner 'n put up wid it a day longer. Sure, an' I was the granehorn
not to be lavin' at once-t when the missus kim into me kitchen wid
her perlaver about the new waiter-man which was brought out from
Californy. "He'll be here the night," says she. "And, Kitty, it's
meself looks to you to be kind and patient wid him, for he's a
furriner," says she, a kind o' lookin' off. "Sure, an' it's little
I'll hinder nor interfare wid him, nor any other, mum," says I, a
kind o' stiff; for I minded me how them French waiters, wid their
paper collars and brass rings on their fingers, isn't company for
no gurril brought up dacent and honest. Och! sorra a bit I knew what
was comin' till the missus walked into me kitchen, smilin', and says,
kind o' schared, "Here's Fing Wing, Kitty; an' ye'll have too much
sinse to mind his bein' a little strange." Wid that she shoots the
doore; and I, misthrustin' if I was tidied up sufficient for me fine
buy wid his paper collar, looks up, and--Howly fathers! may I niver
brathe another breath, but there stud a rayle haythen Chineser,
a-grinnin' like he'd just come off a tay-box.
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