Everything always does, one way or another.
Bromley upset the last peg of endurance by hoping that the Americans were bringing a cook and a housemaid with them.
"The Americans always travel like lords," she concluded, forgetting that she served a lord, and not in the least intending to be ironical.
"That will do, Bromley," said her mistress sharply.

"If they're like most Americans I've seen they'll have nothing but wet nurses and chauffeurs.

I can't eat this vile stuff." She had already burned her fingers and dropped a slice of beechnut bacon on her sweet little morning gown.

"Come on, Deppy; let's go up and watch the approach of the enemy." Dolefully they passed out of the culinary realm; it is of record that they never looked into it from that hour forth.

On the broad, vine-covered gallery they sat in dour silence and in silence took turns with Deppy's binoculars in the trying effort to make out what was going on in the offing.