People have said that of me, I know.

But, being a Galindo, I learnt manners in my youth and can take them up when I choose.

But Mrs.Brooke never learnt manners, I'll be bound.

When John Footman handed her the tray with the tea-cups, she looked up at him as if she were sorely puzzled by that way of going on.

I was sitting next to her, so I pretended not to see her perplexity, and put her cream and sugar in for her, and was all ready to pop it into her hands,--when who should come up, but that impudent lad Tom Diggles (I call him lad, for all his hair is powdered, for you know that it is not natural gray hair), with his tray full of cakes and what not, all as good as Mrs.Medlicott could make them.