QUARRELS


"But why did you leave your last place?" the lady asked of the would-be

cook.



"To tell the truth, mum, I just couldn't stand the way the master an'

the missus used to quarrel, mum."



"Dear me! Do you mean to say that they actually used to quarrel?"



"Yis, mum, all the time. When it wasn't me an' him, it was me an' her."





"I hear ye had words with Casey.




"We had no words."



"Then nothing passed between ye?"



"Nothing but one brick."





There had been a wordy falling-out between Mrs. Halloran and Mrs.

Donohue; there had been words; nay, more, there had been language. Mrs.

Halloran had gone to church early in the morning, had fulfilled the

duties of her religion, and was returning primly home, when Mrs. Donohue

spied her, and, still smouldering with volcanic fire, sent a broadside

of lava at Mrs. Halloran. The latter heard, flushed, opened her

lips--and then suddenly checked herself. After a moment she spoke: "Mrs.

Donohue, I've just been to church, and I'm in a state of grace. But,

plaze Hivin, the next time I meet yez, I won't be, and thin I'll till

yez what I think of yez!"





A quarrel is quickly settled when deserted by one party: there is no

battle unless there be two.--_Seneca_.





_See also_ Marriage; Servants



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