Our butler left yesterday, and I was to call at the intelligence office on my way home and see if they'd scared up a new one.' "I looked at Simeon, and he at me.
"'Hum!' says I, thinkin' about that 'modest' housekeepin'.

'Do you keep a butler ?' "'Not long,' says he, dry as a salt codfish.

And that's all we could get out of him.
"I s'pose there's different kinds of modesty.

We hadn't more'n got inside the gold-plated front door of that house when I decided that the Holden brand of housekeepin' wa'n't bashful enough to blush.

If I'D been runnin' that kind of a place, the only time I'd felt shy and retirin' was when the landlord came for the rent.
"One of the fo'mast hands--hired girls, I mean--went aloft to fetch Mrs.
Holden, and when Grace came down she was just as nice and folksy and glad to see us as a body could be.