Capitolo 22
the vagaries of the whole tradespeople on the piece of ground of ground of my brother, neither
doesn't want to be. There is her/it Mrs. Figgins, now the baker's wife; his/her
daughter has chosen as soon as to marry himself/herself/themselves to a bank clerk to London;
and I told her this morning, "Well her Mrs. Figgins, so you have left
Your Pollies go and they pick up with some young individual from city that
has you/he/she ever seen before, doesn't have Him? And that is the way of all You
people. You marry him Your girls to bank clerks without a reference, for
the cause to get 'em by what it is the consequence?
They steals their employers to hold on a beautiful family for them
wives, as if theirs were gentleman excellent; and then finally the thing
open, there it comes to a crash, they runs away to America and you
has Your daughters and their children thrown again again without a penny
on Your hands." That is what I told her, her Mrs. Oswald. And as it is
His/her daughter, by the way--Jemima that I think that you call her/it; as it is her,
does eh, tell me?'
'I implore Your pardon, Miss Luttrell but his/her name not Jemima; it is
Edith.'
'Oh, is Edith? Well to be sure! The great one calls girls they have
dangling around today with them! The simple Catherine of my name, and
it is good enough for me, you thank the goodness. But these young ladies
of the new style Ediths and Eleanors and Ophelias have to be, and everybody
that pagan kind of thing, as if theirs were princesses of the
blood or play-actresses, instead of being good Christian Susans
and Jane and Betties, as their grandmother witnessed them.
And Miss Edith, is thing now doing?'
'You is not doing particularly anything to this moment, Miss Luttrell,
leastways not till now as me I know of; but she is climbing to Oxford
part of this term on a visit to his/her brother.'
'Climbing to Oxford my good woman! Because, sky blesses the girl,
she is able very best stop to house and you learns his/her catechism. You owe
you try to do his/her duty in that station of life to which you/he/she has arranged