And I really believe I did."
"Well that was very kind of you," said Lady Shuttleworth, smiling in
spite of herself, unable to withstand the charm of Priscilla's
personality. How supremely ridiculous of Mrs. Morrison to think that
this girl was an adventuress. Such are the depths of ignorance one can
descend to if one is buried long enough in the country.
"Now," said Priscilla cheerfully, "she wants rum, and I'm just going
to buy her some."
"Rum?" cried Lady Shuttleworth in a voice of horror; and Mrs. Morrison
started violently.
"Is it bad for her?" said Priscilla, surprised.
"Bad!" cried Lady Shuttleworth.
"It is," said Mrs. Morrison with her eyes on the ground, "poison for
both body and soul."
"Dear me," said Priscilla, her face falling. "Why, she said it would
comfort her."
"It will poison both her body and her soul," repeated Mrs. Morrison
grimly.
"My dear," said Lady Shuttleworth, "our efforts are all directed
towards training our people to keep from drinking."
"But she doesn't want to drink," said Priscilla. "She only wants to
taste it now and then.
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