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"But I don't know where to get a cloth, Ma'am?" said the child.
"A cloth?—In my wardrobe, to be sure!" cried Mrs. Ireton; "amongst my gowns, and caps, and hats. Where else should there be dirty cloths, and dusters, and dish-clouts? Do you know of any other place where they are likely to be found? Why don't you answer?"
"Ma'am?"
"You never heard, perhaps, of such a place as a kitchen? You don't know where it is? nor what it means? You have only heard talk of drawing-rooms, dressing-rooms, boudoirs? or, perhaps, sometimes, of a corridor, or a vestibule, or an anti-chamber? But nothing beyond!—A kitchen!—O, fie, fie!"
Juliet now hurried the little girl away, to demand a cloth of the house maid; but the moment that she returned with it, Mrs. Ireton called out, "And what would you do, now, Ma'am? Make yourself all dirt and filth, that
