Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 156, April 2, 1919 by Various
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nice-looking girl. She was not a bit shy and, after asking me to take
a chair, began to put questions--our income? your profession? what other servants we kept? wages? margarine or butter in the kitchen? etc. "She seemed quite satisfied with everything until we came to the matter of her afternoons out. I said that two a week and every other Sunday was my usual custom, and that I hoped this would prove agreeable. She snapped me up at once and said she must have at least four, as well as the whole of every other Sunday. "My heart sank, because I did not see how we could possibly give her all that, so I just said how sorry I was and got up to go--in fact I was half-way to the door--when she called me back and said, 'I like your face, and perhaps for the present two afternoons and the Sunday will be enough. If you will wait a minute I will have another talk to Mrs. Smith about you,' and off she went. "It seemed ages before anyone came, and then old Mrs. Smith walked in, saying, 'I'm glad to tell you, Madam, that you have been approved of.' "Isn't it too glorious, George? You and I have been approved of. We have got a situation." * * * * * "OUT OF THE FRYING-PAN--" When, moved a few brief seasons back, To brave the battle's brunt, |
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