‘Clementina,’ she is such a queer girl. Welsh rabbits at five in the afternoon. The General was there. You should have seen him run for the chafing dish, Joe, just as if there wasn’t a servant in the house. I know Clementina isn’t in good health; she is so nervous. In serving the rabbit she spilled a great lot of it, boiling hot, over my hand and wrist. It hurt awfully, Joe. And the dear girl was so sorry! But General Pinkney!-Joe, that old man nearly went dis-tracted. He rushed downstairs and sent somebody-they said the furnace man or somebody in the basement-out to a drug store for some oil and things to bind it up with. It doesn’t hurt so much now.’