"Can i speek a word with the futman?" says i, in my ingaugingist manner.
"i'm futman," says he.
"Then the cook," says i.
"We arn't no cook," says he.
"No cook!" says i, almose putrifide with surprise; "you must be jokin'"--
"Jokin'," says he; "do you no who lives here?"
"Not exacly," says i.
"Lord Milburn," says he.
i thort i shud have dropt on the step, as a glimmerin' of the doo shot
aX my mine.
"Then you don't want no howsmaid?" says i.
"Howsmaid!" says the boy; "go to blazes: (What could he mean by
[Illustration: GOING TO BLAZES?)]
"No; i've toled fifty on ye so this mornin'--it's a oaks."
"Then more shame of Lord Milborn to do it," says i; "he may want a place
hissef some day or other," sayin' of which i bounsed off the doorstep, with
all tho dignity i could command.
Now, what i wants to no is, wether i can't summons his lordship for my day
out. Harry sais, should i ever come in contract with Lord Milborn, i'm to
trete him with the silent kontempt of
Yours truly,
[Illustration: AN INDIGNANT HOUSEMAID.]
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A MOVING SCENE.
The present occupants of the government premises in Downing-street, whose
leases will expire in a few days, are busily employed packing up their
small affairs before the new tenants come into possession.
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