The Grinder Papers — page 59: what you’re looking at

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cA THE GRINDER PAPERS. One on ‘em was a-top the table, diggin’ pieces out of a leg 0’ mutton, and t’other was eatin’ apple-sars with two tablespoons, x one in his mouth and one in the dish the hull time, so’s to get | the more. Another young man was peggin’ potatoes at his lit- tle sister, and the baby had put the pepper-caster into the sugar- | bowl, and was just emptying in the mustard. Land o’ Goshen! I sot down and started. | i ‘‘Naughty little souls!” says Miss Kittikins. ‘‘ But we were 3 like them once. Sit down and help yourself, Miss Grinder.” 33 ‘‘Well, mum,” says I, ‘‘as to helpin’ or bein’ helped, I dunno. I hain’t eat my peck o’ dirt yet, and I shan't begin now. ” ‘‘Oh,” says she, not a bit put out. ‘‘ Well, people that have never had children are always particular. Biddy, is there any- thing they haven’t handled ?” ‘<Some bologny,” says Biddy. ‘‘Well, fetch me that,” says I, ‘‘and a bit cut out o the eo middle of a loaf, for I’m about starved. ‘‘ What's the matter, Miss Kittikins ?” says she, ‘‘The fee spout is stopped up with 1 Oe It won't pour out.’ 4 Biddy took a spoon and dived into the pot, and says she: 4 3 ‘‘Whoo! St. Peter over us! this is a fine place for the baby’s’ E | illigent new blue stocking that we lost from the wash! Masther John put it in, or my name’s not Biddy!” _ **No tea for me, Miss Kittikins!” says I. ‘‘Seems to me the old boy’s in the house !” : ° é © ms 7 v ¥ 7 “ — +, rx sy | fe ‘< f ba ae : 7 ue, i - ¥ ~ Te conan fv ee aS UNS oN