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Girls are your first trial after fixtures and they try you even
worse than what I call the Wandering Christians, though why THEY
should roam the earth looking for bills and then coming in and
viewing the apartments and stickling about terms and never at all
wanting them or dreaming of taking them being already provided, is,
a mystery I should be thankful to have explained if by any miracle
it could be. It's wonderful they live so long and thrive so on it
but I suppose the exercise makes it healthy, knocking so much and
going from house to house and up and down-stairs all day, and then
their pretending to be so particular and punctual is a most
astonishing thing, looking at their watches and saying "Could you
give me the refusal of the rooms till twenty minutes past eleven the
day after to-morrow in the forenoon, and supposing it to be
considered essential by my friend from the country could there be a
small iron bedstead put in the little room upon the stairs?" Why
when I was new to it my dear I used to consider before I promised
and to make my mind anxious with calculations and to get quite
wearied out with disappointments, but now I says "Certainly by all
means" well knowing it's a Wandering Christian and I shall hear no
more about it, indeed by this time I know most of the Wandering
Christians by sight as well as they know me, it being the habit of
each individual revolving round London in that capacity to come back
about twice a year, and it's very remarkable that it runs in
families and the children grow up to it, but even were it otherwise
I should no sooner hear of the friend from the country which is a
certain sign than I should nod and say to myself You're a Wandering
Christian, though whether they are (as I HAVE heard) persons of
small property with a taste for regular employment and frequent
change of scene I cannot undertake to tell you.
Girls as I was beginning to remark are one of your first and your
lasting troubles, being like your teeth which begin with convulsions
and never cease tormenting you from the time you cut them till they
cut you, and then you don't want to part with them which seems hard
but we must all succumb or buy artificial, and even where you get a
will nine times out of ten you'll get a dirty face with it and
naturally lodgers do not like good society to be shown in with a
smear of black across the nose or a smudgy eyebrow. Where they pick
the black up is a mystery I cannot solve, as in the case of the
willingest girl that ever came into a house half-starved poor thing,
a girl so willing that I called her Willing Sophy down upon her
knees scrubbing early and late and ever cheerful but always smiling
with a black face. And I says to Sophy, "Now Sophy my good girl
have a regular day for your stoves and keep the width of the Airy
between yourself and the blacking and do not brush your hair with
the bottoms of the saucepans and do not meddle with the snuffs of
the candles and it stands to reason that it can no longer be" yet
there it was and always on her nose, which turning up and being
broad at the end seemed to boast of it and caused warning from a
steady gentleman and excellent lodger with breakfast by the week but
a little irritable and use of a sitting-room when required, his
words being "Mrs. Lirriper I have arrived at the point of admitting
that the Black is a man and a brother, but only in a natural form
and when it can't be got off." Well consequently I put poor Sophy
on to other work and forbid her answering the door or answering a
bell on any account but she was so unfortunately willing that
nothing would stop her flying up the kitchen-stairs whenever a bell
was heard to tingle. I put it to her "O Sophy Sophy for goodness'
goodness' sake where does it come from?" To which that poor unlucky
willing mortal--bursting out crying to see me so vexed replied "I
took a deal of black into me ma'am when I was a small child being
much neglected and I think it must be, that it works out," so it
continuing to work out of that poor thing and not having another
fault to find with her I says "Sophy what do you seriously think of
my helping you away to New South Wales where it might not be
noticed?" Nor did I ever repent the money which was well spent, for
she married the ship's cook on the voyage (himself a Mulotter) and
did well and lived happy, and so far as ever I heard it was NOT
noticed in a new state of society to her dying day.
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