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" Casstles." she said, disconsolately, " Casstles, 

 no less. Mrs. O'Soolivan said no word 'twould be 

 casstles, an' I takin' the place." 



The impression Uved with her. The preparation 

 of dishes for those who lived in casstles was quite 

 beyond her, and after a flurried three days she 

 was despatched on her homeward road. She con- 

 sidered me far too young to mind any house, 

 though I was well over twenty. 



" Young missuses that couldn't be knowin' 

 things," she said, '' ordering fliffs and fluffs that 

 I niver heard tell of." 



I had one EngHsh maid at Colchester, she wore 

 spectacles and was commonly called the Professor, 

 but she was completely delightful. 



Mehalah would do more work than my three 

 Irish put together, and she wept when I could not 

 take her away with me. She was the daughter 

 of an Ipswich tradesman who had failed. 



I had quite forgotten my sojourn in the North 

 of Ireland. I sent all my Kilkenny servants up 

 there before and arrived to find them bewildered 

 from the 12th July, which was celebrated the day 

 after their arrival. 



We had a big grimly ugly house there, far too 

 big for us, and I found my maid panting with ex- 

 citement waiting on the doorstep. 



'* Well, Mary, how do you like this place ? " 



** Oh, ma'am, it's awful. They're all bad people 

 here. They're all Protestants." 



