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[As the front door announces the departure  of  Miss P.f  Mrs.  G.  and
                         Mrs.  L.  turn  squarely  around towards  each otherf  with eves and  mouths
                         open  -with  am azem entThen  they hurst  into  peals  of laughter zvhich  is
                         stopped only by  the loud, ringing  i f   the  bell.  Enter a  big,  dirty  looking
                         Irish  irnntan  who  seats  herself comfortably and  smiles  familiarly and
                         patronizingly  on  Mrs.  G\]
                            Mrs,  G .— (Chokes bach her laughter sufficiently to  murmur r.>od after­
                         noon  and  in  turn stares  helplessly  at  the.  nav-comer fa r a  v.ontenl).—-
                         You  have  come  to  see  about work,   What is your name ?
                           B r i d g e t ,— Bridget  O'Flanigan,  mum.
                            Mrs.  G.— Well,  Uriel get,  arc you  a  good  cook ?
                            B r i d g e t — That Oi  am,  mum.   Brirrin'  the  mates  and  the  pois  and
                         the  vigitnble  trash-— fodder  Oi  calls  it,  mum— and  the Ameriky brid,
                         and  their pesky  cakes  and  pud din’s,  mum,  Oi kin  cuke  loike  an  angii,

                         mum,
                            Mrs.  G.— Well,  but,  Bridget,  what do you  cook ?   You  have  made
                         so  many  exceptions,
                            B ridget.— No, mum,  Oi  kin  be  aftlicr  cuking  no  exceptions,  mum,
                         but Oi  kin  cuke praties  loike  an  angil, mum,   Oi  jluist  pops  ’im  into
                         the  kittle  ofwather,  mum,  and  Oi  niver  have  a  bit  of  ill  tuck,  miiin,
                         savin1  whin  Oi jliust  drops  off  for  a wink,  mu eh,  and  the  wather  goes
                         dhry.  mum.
                           Mrs.  G,-— Oil!  A h !   Yes— I  understand.  Well,  Bridget,  I  fear
                         you  will  not  do  for  my purpose  as  1  expect  my  cook  to  do  all  the
                         cooking  and  we find  it  necessary  to  have something  besides  potatoes.
                           B r i d g e t ,— Not  do,  mutn?   What  kin  the  swatc  lady  be  thinkin’
                         uv?   Oi am  a jewel  of a  servint,  mum.   Oi  am  not  out all  the  toiine
                         loike those giddy  gurls,  mum.  Jliust  giv’  me  my  tobaccy  and  drap
                         uv’  rum, mum,  and  Oi  kapes  as  quiet  as  a  lamb,  mum,  the  day long.
                           Mrs.  G.— I  fear you  would  be altogether  too  quiet,  too  passive  as
                         to  work,  Bridget,  and  I Jiccd  a  great  deal  of  help,   I  think  w e  need
                         not discuss  the  matter  longer.  (ARising).
                           B r i d g e t   {imUgnantfy).— O h ,  if  y ez  w a n t  to  w urruk  a  sevvint  to
                         deth,  m um ,  w h y   to  be  shure  y e s   shant  h a v e  a  ch ance  to  wurruk
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