I have to be as watchful as you can imagine, to see that Bridget, excellent a girl as she is, doesn't suffer things to get out, and then, at the last moment, when it is too late to send to the store, run in to a neighbor's and borrow to hide her neglect.
If I gave her a _carte blanche_ for borrowing, I might be as annoying to my neighbors as Mrs.Jordon." "That's a rather serious matter," said my husband.

"In fact, there is no knowing how much people may suffer in their neighbors' good opinion, through the misconduct of their servants in this very thing." "Truly said.

And now let me relate a fact about Mrs.Jordon, that illustrates your remark." (The fresh tea had come in, and we were going on with our evening meal.) "A few weeks ago we had some friends here, spending the evening.

When about serving refreshments, I discovered that my two dozen tumblers had been reduced to seven or eight.

On inquiry, I learned that Mrs.Jordon had ten--the rest had been broken.