Twelve plates, quick! Twenty-four knives, quicker! Forty-eight forks quickest!" She met the children with the cloth and laid it; then she met them again and laid knives and forks, all at full gallop, which mightily excited the bairns.
Pompey came in with the pie, Mrs.Woffington took it and set it before Triplet.
_Mrs.Woffington._ "Your coat, Mr.Triplet, if you please." _Mr.Triplet._ "My coat, madam!" _Mrs.Woffington._ "Yes, off with it--there's a hole in it--and carve." Then she whipped to the other end of the table and stitched like wild-fire.

"Be pleased to cast your eyes on that, Mrs.Triplet.

Pass it to the lady, young gentleman.

Fire away, Mr.Triplet, never mind us women.

Woffington's housewife, ma'am, fearful to the eye, only it holds everything in the world, and there is a small space for everything else--to be returned by the bearer.