Thus, on the daily-arising question of dinner, Miss Twinkleton would say, the three being present together: 'Perhaps, my love, you will consult with the person of the house, whether she can procure us a lamb's fry; or, failing that, a roast fowl.' On which the Billickin would retort (Rosa not having spoken a word), 'If you was better accustomed to butcher's meat, Miss, you would not entertain the idea of a lamb's fry.

Firstly, because lambs has long been sheep, and secondly, because there is such things as killing-days, and there is not.

As to roast fowls, Miss, why you must be quite surfeited with roast fowls, letting alone your buying, when you market for yourself, the agedest of poultry with the scaliest of legs, quite as if you was accustomed to picking 'em out for cheapness.

Try a little inwention, Miss.

Use yourself to 'ousekeeping a bit.