44 THE HISTORY OF DAME MITCHELL

last of all, with a long cotton nightcap on his head, and
altogether in a very elegant nightgear.

 

 

  

‘What has been going on?” he asked.
*T see it now,” replied the housekeeper; “it is the
ee of the Great Duke of Marlborough which has fallen
own.”
*‘Psha!” said Daddy Sharpphiz, feigning astonishment;
“but, if so, your cat must have been struck on the head by
itr

But, as he uttered this speech, Mowmouth crept from
under the bed, and sprang up to Dame Mitchell for pro-
tection. The butler was thunderstruck.