I felt that I was not justly dealt by." "It makes me sick to think of it." And Mrs.Jordon sank into a chair.
"Still I don't understand about the wash-boiler and tubs that you mentioned," she said, after a pause.
"You remember my ten tumblers," I remarked.
"Perfectly.

But can she have broken up my tubs and boiler, or carried them off ?" On searching in the cellar we found the tubs in ruins, and the wash-boiler with a large hole in the bottom.
I shall never forget the chagrin, anger, and mortification of poor Mrs.Jordon when, at her request, Bridget pointed out at least twenty of my domestic utensils that Nancy had borrowed to replace such as she had broken or carried away.

(It was a rule with Mrs.
Jordon to make her servants pay for every thing they broke.) "To think of it!" she repeated over and over again.

"Just to think of it! Who could have dreamed of such doings ?" Mrs.Jordon was, in fact, as guiltless of the sin of troublesome borrowing from a neighbor as myself.

And yet I had seriously urged the propriety of moving out of the neighborhood to get away from her.
We both looked more closely to the doings of our servants after this pretty severe lesson; and I must freely confess, that in my own case, the result was worth all the trouble.