CHAPTER XVI 



MONEY MATTERS 



"My dear ," wrote Miss Grimshaw,in another 



letter to that lady friend — "Here we are at last. We 

 arrived the day before yesterday evening, horses 

 and all, including the servants. I once heard an 

 old lady in the States giving good advice to a 

 young woman just married; one sentence clung 

 to me, and will, I think, by its truth cUng to me 

 for ever: 'Never move servants.' 



" We took with us from Ireland Mrs Driscoll, 

 the cook, and Norah, the parlour-maid, besides the 

 men-servants. I am not referring to the men 

 when I repeat that axiom, ' Never move servants,' 

 but to the women-folk. 



" We had not started from Holyhead when Mrs 

 DriscoU broke down. She weighs fourteen stones, 

 and does everything in a large way. She broke 

 down from home-sickness. She had travelled well 

 up to that ; the crossing had been smooth and she 

 had not made a single complaint, fighting bravely, 

 I suppose, all the time, against the growing 

 nostalgia. Then on the platform at Holyhead, 

 before the waiting Irish mail, it all came out at 

 once. It sounds absurd, but really the thing was 

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