"I never was so tormented before," said Mrs. Ardley to her husband.
"What now, my dear?"
"My new seamstress plagues me so! From morning to night she is coming to me with, 'Please to show me how you wish this done, Mrs. Ardley,' and 'would you be so good as just to fix this for me, Mrs. Ardley?'"
"If she don't suit you, why not get another?"
"She does suit in some respects— she is quick and very neat—she only does not understand fitting."
"Can't you teach her?"
"Ardley, how absurd! I might as well turn seamstress at once—I shan't worry my life out about it; if she don't get on I shall look out for somebody else—change is the order of the day."
"How does the girl in Sophy's place make out?"
"So so. She is a firstrate worker, but she annoys me so!"
"In what way?"
"She has no manners. She has always lived in the country and in mechanics' families. She slam-bangs about the house—shuts the doors as if she were in a tavern—sings when I am in the room—sits down when she is taking my orders—never