She says it takes her forever and a day to grind enough coffee for breakfast." "Does she get ours every morning ?" "Yes, ma'am." Nancy opened the kitchen door at this moment--our back gates were side by side--and said-- "Mrs.Jordon says, will you oblige her so much as to let her have an egg to clear the coffee?
I forgot to tell her yesterday that ours were all gone." "Certainly," I said.

"Bridget, give Nancy an egg." "Mrs.Jordon is very sorry to trouble you, Mrs.Smith," said Nancy, re-appearing in a little while, and finding me still in the kitchen, "but she says if you will lend her a bowl of sugar it will be a great accommodation.

I forgot to tell her yesterday that the sugar was all gone." "You appear to be rather forgetful of such matters, Nancy," I could not help saying.
"I know I am a little forgetful," the girl said, good humoredly, "but I have so much to do, that I hardly have time to think." "Where is the large earthen dish that you use sometimes in making bread ?" I asked, after Mrs.Jordon's cook had withdrawn, missing it from its usual place on the shelf.
"Nancy borrowed it last week." "Why don't she bring it home ?" "I've told her about it three or four times." Nancy opened the door again.
"Please, ma'am to let Mrs.Jordon have another half pound of butter.
We haven't enough to do for breakfast, and the butter man don't come until the middle of the day." Of course, I couldn't refuse, though I believe I granted the request with no very smiling grace.

I heard no more of Nancy until toward dinner-time.

I had given my cook orders not to lend her anything more without first coming to me.
"Mrs.Jordon has sent in to know if you won't lend her two or three scuttles full of coal," said Bridget.