Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1858-09-10
NOra's Mistakes.

Hfst pIace:
Well, went to mass, and came back and
changed my dress, for it was Betty's Sunday
out, and I'd'the dinner to get alone. had
time getting that dinner, tell ye: for mas
ter always wanted his best dinner on Sun
day; and we had something extra for the
day always. Betty explained things before
she lett, and set to work with hearty
goodwill; and, faith, was almost as well
stewed and roasted as the male by the time
it was placed on the table. | rung the bell,
and then ran to put on a clean apron and
wash my hands, for was to wait, in Betty Is
| place. When returned to the dining-room,
they were already seated at table.
GLOW have you prepared these oysters,
Nora - asked the master.
"Ive scolloped them, to be sure, sir, as
the mistress said and tegus time had of
it, too, sir, for the scissors was dull, and it
took me more'n an hour to scollop 'em all. ;"
"The Irish simpleton!' muttcrcd Mrs.
Lamb; but the master laid back in his chair,
and laughed till the tears come in his eyes.
Better luck next time says he; land
now, Nora, bring in the turkey: We'll dis
pcnse with your ornamented oysters
brought on the roast turkey. 1t was a
fine fat fowl, and Drowned as handsome as
iver ye see one. The gravy and the mashed
pittatys was all right, and master took up
the carving g-knife with very well satisfied
countenance. lie sliced off the great white
slices of the breast, and then be tuck a sp ,on
and went after the stuffng.
where's the stulling - said he; ~ can t
get at it,
''ln the turkey, to be sure, SIR" said I.
Well, he cut off leg and rippe,; open the
body of the baste, and there he found-no
matter what lie came pretty near saying
bad word, if it was Sunday, and | took the
platter down stairs, feeling most awful
ashamed of myself You see thought the
turkey was already stuffed, and ready Tor
roasting, as it was full of SOMETHING when
took it up to prepare it, and 50 I'd cooked
1t, crop, and liver, and all. When went
back, the mistress was lookin. thryulnpha
and her husband out of humur
bring us the pie said she ''wc've rhu-
barb pie, dearest, and as it is your favorite
dessert, nope you rc able to make out
dinner
placed it before the mistress, and she cut
out piece and put it on plat.
"What did you make this out of Nora
that bunch Of pie-plant that came home last
evening p
"What those long green stems. ma am %
said l. "No indeed, didn't know what
them were; but know what rhubarb is, and
I've seasoned these pies with the pieces had
in the drawer" Then it was the mistress :
turn to laugh.
"As you have made the pie, you shall eat
it, said she; and, turning to her husband,
she went on: ''you see she is aythcr in toxic4.
ted or a born fool, one or the other"
"Since We are to have nothing to eat, y
said he, Grossly, "bring on the chocolate;
let us see if we can drink"
Now that chocolate had made me more
throuble of mind than all the rest of the din
ner 1e see, did not know how it was in
tended to be eaten, as they'd never had any
before since come to them, and was afraid
to ask the mistress. After debating and de-
batting in my own mind, tasted bit of the
corner OF the cake of it, and concluded it was
to be eaten like cheese; so I'd laid it out
nicely on a plate in the china closet.
is it drink ye're spaking aboDt? ?" said I
quite confused. "Fath, | thought choco
late was to be eat not drunk" and brought
it aut of the closet and placed it on the ta-
bic, with my face as red as beet.
you see she's intoxicated - quoted the
mistress, looking ierociousy into my burn
ins face. "l've suspected it long before
This is what comes of selecting servants for
their qualifications for their place, Mr. Lamb
You walk out of my house Tomorrow,
Nora o O'Flanisan, and give my husband a
chance to choose another pair of black eyes
and red cheeks to get up his Sunday dinners;
ha ha' ha ! p, you relish your des-
scrt, Mr.. LambT'
And 50 lost my first place, which was
obliged to leave without references, or time
to look up another situation-and all be-
cause of my mstress's jealous temper, and a
/ few mistakes in the dinner.