That morning he had come for orders while inebriated, and in his drunken folly had actually gone so far as to call Miss Priscilla darling and offer to kiss her.
Miss Priscilla was, of course, horrified, and so expressed herself.
"Law, Sophia," she said, "I came near fainting away.

The idea of his offering to kiss me." "Just so," said Sophia.
"So presuming." "Just so." "Of course, I couldn't think of employing him any longer." "Couldn't think of it." "He might have asked to kiss me again." "Just so." "Or you!" "Just so," said Sophia, in some excitement of manner.
"The neighbors would talk." "Just so." "So I told him that I was very sorry, but it would be necessary for him to find work somewhere else." "But who will do our work ?" inquired Sophia, with a rare, original suggestion.
"We must get somebody else." "So we must," acquiesced Sophia, as if she had suddenly received light on a very dark subject.
"But I don't know who we can get." "Just so." At that moment there was a knock at the door.

Priscilla answered it in person.

They kept no domestic servant, only a gardener.
"I've brought the load of wood you ordered, ma'am," said the teamster.
"Where shall I put it ?" "In the backyard.

John--no, John has left us.