"Have a srimp, Polly?" began Mrs. Bubb, anxious to dismiss the
memory of recent discord.
"Thank you, Mrs. Bubb, if I have a fancy for srimps I can afford to
buy them for myself."
"Well, you _are_ nasty! Ain't she real obstropolous, Mrs. Cheeseman?
I never knew a nastier-tempered girl in all my life, that I never
did. There's actially no living with her."
"Now set down, Polly," urged the stout woman in an unctuous voice.
"Set down, do, an' tike things easy. You'll worrit your sweet self
to death before you're many years older if you go on like this."
"I'm much obliged to you, Mrs. Cheeseman," answered Polly, holding
herself very stiff; "but I didn't come here to set down, nor to talk
neither. But I'm glad you're here, because you'll be a witness to
what I say. I've come to give Mrs. Bubb a week's notice. She's often
enough told me that she wants to keep her house respectable, and I'm
sure she'll be glad to get rid of people as don't suit her. It's the
first time I was ever told that I disgraced a 'ouse, and I hope
it'll be the last time too.
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