CHAPTER VIII 

 IRISH SERVANTS 



WHERE has Bridget got to ? Why 

 is there no tea ? " Several peals of 

 the bell and Bridget scurries in to 

 say she had to help Patsy take out the pony, ' he 

 bein' apt to make a rush before the sthraps is off 

 him/ 



Every Irish servant will do everyone else's 

 work cheerfully, the men come in to help the 

 maids to polish floors and shoes, and the maids 

 are quite wilUng to feed the horses if all the men 

 are out, to get the bran mashes ready by the 

 kitchen fire or to put by dinner for the pot of 

 flaxseed. 



Their own work they are not anxious about. 

 That is done — after a fashion. 



The first servant I remember was the boy who 

 used to waste his time attending to me when I 

 rode Donna Inez the donkey. His name was 

 Peter, he was big and fat and full of ambition. 



Farm work had no charms for him, he was 

 unsettled by loping about most of the day shriek- 

 ing " Gan out of that," to Inez, or picking me up 

 with " God save us. Miss Dora, is it kilt ye are 



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