could forget that one tooth projecting over her thick underlip, and in
constant motion as she talked.

"It's no use, Mister Bacchus," said she, addressing the old man, who
looked rather the worse for wear, "it's no use to be flinging yer imperence
in my face. I'se worked my time; I'se cooked many a grand dinner, and eat
'em too. You'se a lazy wagabond yerself."

"Peggy," interposed Mr. Weston.

"A good-for-nothing, lazy wagabond, yerself," continued Peggy, not noticing
Mr. Weston, "you'se not worth de hommony you eats."

"Does you hear that, master?" said Bacchus, appealing to Mr. Weston; "she's
such an old fool."

"Hold your tongue, sir," said Mr. Weston; while Mark, ready to strangle his
fellow-servant for his impertinence, was endeavoring to drag him out of the
room.

"Ha, ha," said Peggy, "so much for Mr. Bacchus going to barbecues. A nice
waiter he makes."

"Do you not see me before you, Peggy?" said Mr. Weston, "and do you
continue this disputing in my presence? If you were not so old, and had not
been so faithful for many years, I would not excuse such conduct. You are
very ungrateful, when you are so well cared for; and from this time
forward, if you cannot be quiet and set a good example in the kitchen, do
not come into it."